"Brad, don't go, it's ok."
"Louise...Miller?"
I watch as the man of my dreams walk backwards from me. He's totally spazzing, like he just realized we just kissed on the dance floor at prom. The necklace! The spell is over, that's what I wanted. But does he not remember anything? Or does he know everything now? Oh God, does everyone know? I look around and I see confused eyes, some angry at me, wondering why they were dancing like Brad and I was in, perfect and in harmony; just like I wished, like in the movies.
Click clack, click clack. But none are more angry than Randa, the Valley girl from the hell, charging towards us. Click clack, click clack. Her heels might break the way she is stabbing the floor with each angry step.
"Brad Powell! Did you just kiss that...wannabe?"
The way she eyes me up and down, evaluating my worth to two dollars and fifty cents; it makes me want to shrink into this new outfit I wished for; I am a poser, I have always been one when I got my powers, but not anyone more and accept my punishment for all the things I've done. But Brad, to my surprise, stands in front of her, like a white knight. But it doesn't stop her from throwing her purse at me, I dodge it easily. Brad isn't that lucky and can't avoid a wicked slap, she reddens his perfect face. She turns around and storms away, he follows her; I can't believe it.
Everyone is totally watching me now as my eyes start to water. But suddenly, I lock eyes with Polly, my real best friend, and if I'm honest, my only best friend. The realization hitting me now that I've wronged her in ignoring her when I became the most popular girl in school. I was so stoked in spending time with Brad, I forgot about the one person that was always a true friend, even to a dweeb like me.
My lips whimper as I utter, "Polly...I'm so sorry."
I don't deserve her friendship. I run out the same way I came in, I don't want her to see me cry. No more glitz and glamour, my life is back to being a walking, talking tragedy.