Voice of an Angel
I watched as the honey blonde grabbed the microphone and my ears filled with her angelic voice. The petite female sauntered around the room, dancing and singing while everyone dances along. She literally made eye contact with everyone BUT me. How could she just ignore me? It had to be a coincide because…well I'm me. This is even my party. If she wasn't so sexy she would be kicked right out.
The mystery girl wiped her hair and rubbed up against a few guys. While dancing she was yanked by the arm and came face to face with Grace, my twin. She smiled at her and my sister began whispering in her ear as the music did its input. The blonde's eyes landed on me and checked up my body. I smirked and winked at her. She got a disgust look until it was masked with a sexy one.
She began strutting this way and kept her eyes locked to mine. She looked so… familiar, yet so different. She swayed her hips as she walked. She brought the microphone up to her perfect lips and began singing again. When she got to me she placed an innocent hand on my chest and right when our faces were inches apart, I looked down at her lips and they pulled into a smirk before giving me forceful but not even trying push and as I stumbled with my footing she turned, whipping my face with her perfect ringlets. I could hear her laugh go through the microphone as she danced away.
I felt a pat on my shoulder and looked over to see an amused Jerry, holding in a laugh.
"Dude, what was that all about?" I shrugged and looked back at the girl that was finishing her song and placing the microphone back in the stand and smiling at the DJ. She stepped off the stage and was bombarded with questions.
"I don't know. All I know is whoever that girl is, is going to love me?" He chuckled and I heard a giggle come from my other side. Grace stood next to me trying to hold in her laugh. "What?" I hissed and she went silent. She looked over to Jerry and winked.
"That girl," She said pointing to the blonde that was already having a conversation with a guy. "Would never love you" I glared at her and she smirked. "That girl hates you"
"She doesn't even know me" I hissed without hesitation. She patted my chest and giggled.
"Oh, Jackie, she knows you way to well." She crossed her arms and stuck out a laugh as I squinted at the girl. "You don't recognize her?" I shook my head no and leaned in. Grace leaned into my ear and whispered. "Think back to middle school. She the girl people thought killed herself after freshmen year. She's the girl that you and your toy, Donna, bullied and called fat." I gasped and looked at Grace who was leaning back smirking. No, that can't be her. She can't be her. That girl had straight ratty hair. That girl was pudgy. That girl was awkward and held her head down. That girl wore sweats and long-sleeves not dresses and skirts.
"Who are we talking about?" I looked over and there stood Donna, crossing her arms over her chest. I gave her a fake smile and she grinned her gloss covered lips and patted her clumpy eyelashes.
"Me"
I turn my head and gasped went around the small group.
"KIMBERLY CRAWFORD" Donna's screechy voice yelled.