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Not Fair

I couldn’t believe it. In the space of a few short seconds, Kyle had said the words I have always dreamed of. But not to me…

I helped Carey chose an outfit for her date. Even though I didn’t want to.
I helped her do her make-up. Even though it pained me to do so.
I helped her do her hair. Even when I couldn’t take it any more.
I always thought it would be me getting giddy and excited about a date with the hottest guy EVER. But it was Carey.

I tried to look happy for her and be interested in what she had to say when she came back from her date. With Kyle...but it was just impossible.

For the next few weeks, I got more and more upset with not only Carey being so happy with Kyle...but I was unhappy with myself for letting this happen in the first place.

I started to get obsessed with my looks and personality. I made a decision. I was going to change. I mean, there must have been something that Kyle didn't like about me because he asked my sister instead.
I considered getting:
-Lipo suction
-Plastic surgery
-Botox
-and even skin graphs (for my horrible, disgusting, minging moles)!!!
But, just while I was thing about how cute I would look with botoxed lips, another idea struck me.
I was going to play the most malicious, vindictive game I have ever played in my life.

I knew it was wrong to do anything like that no matter who it was (even Danielle because she's going out with Jason who was totally checking me out) but to do it on my own little sister was just sick...for some reason...I didn't care.