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--- Author's Note ---

Third part is up! I gotta tell you guys that there are two things happening in this story. The whole Matt/Sora thing and this thing with Mimi. Pleaz review.

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Mimi

"Okay, what did you have for breakfast this morning?" I joked, giving Sora's reddish hair a playful tug as I came up behind her.

The second I caught sight of Sora by her locker, I knew something was up. She was... glowing. Just radiating happiness.

"What?" she asked, whirling around and flashing me a smile. "I didn't even eat breakfast! Well, except for a bite of this blueberry muffin, my mom left on the counter."

"They must have been some pretty amazing blueberries," I teased her.

She gave me a confused look but her crimson eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Spill it," I ordered, leaning back against the lockers.

Sora grabbed a few books out of her locker and slammed it shut. She turned to face me, looking like she was about to burst.

"Matt asked me to go to the Palace with him," she blurted out.

My jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" I squealed. "But wait- reverse for a second. I didn't know you liked him. How did this happen?"

"Well, we were eating lunch today and we were talking and then he asked me if I wanted to meet him at the Palace," she replied.

"Cool," I said. "So is this, like, a date?"

She smiled and shrugged. "I don't know," she replied. "Maybe."

I was so happy for her. I was also incredibly jealous. Not that I like Matt or anything- I just wish a guy would act like that for me. Sora must have sensed what I was feeling.

"What's wrong?" she asked, frowning. "You're not mad are you?"

I sighed. "Well," I began. "You know Billy Yamachi?"

Sora nodded. "The guy your dating?" she asked me.

"The guy I was dating," I replied. "Billy dumped me during lunch."

Sora's eyes widened. "What?" she gasped. "You're kidding! Why?"

I shrugged. "Because he's an idiot. He doesn't know what he's missing." I know that sounded totally conceited, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't tell her that jerk dumped me for this totally annoying brat named Kitty. Kitty! Honestly- how lame can you get?

Sora gave me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry," she said, sincerely. "You know you can call me if you need my help right?"

I nodded. "Yeah," I replied, faking a smile. I glanced at my watch. "Hey! Shouldn't you be heading to the Palace. It's two-thirty."

"Oh, right," she said. "I'm going to see if I can get out of tennis early. See you. And you'll find another guy, Mimi."

I watched her heading down the hall. I wish, I thought.

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Mimi's essay on why Billy sucks

He's impractical. He doesn't think about other people's feelings. He doesn't think before he speaks and, most of the time, it looks like he doesn't think before he puts his clothes on in the morning.

Billy smells and makes fart jokes. He can't remember my birthday, but he knows exactly how many home runs any baseball player had last season. He never reads unless it's a comic or a sports magazine. Billy never listen unless I'm talking about cars or sports.

Billy never says he's sorry. For anything. Ever. He is defiantly not worth the effort.