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Monday, December 8th

Dear Diary,

Well, I suppose that could have been worse. At least Gabriella didn't cry this time. Basically, I sat down next to Gabriella, and the counsellor looked at us for a moment, and then said, "Why don't you start Gabriella?"

I must admit, I assumed Gabriella would be quite eager. She had five minutes to insult me as much as she wanted. Even if I would totally crush her afterwards with my witty comments and snide remarks.

But instead, she just looked uncomfortable. Then again, so would I if I were dressed like she was. She was wearing H&M! I know! If she was going for the total wannabe tacky American looks, she got it. I, on the other hand, looked like a model from the cover of Vogue in my white silk sundress and gladiator sandals. Honestly, I sometimes wonder how I do it.

Anyways, Gabriella was really uncomfortable, which surprised me. But what surprised me more was what she said. She was like, "Yeah, well, basically, Natalie, I don't know if you're just insecure or something, but for some reason it feels like you really hate me, and I just want to know why."

Me? Insecure? What was she saying? I am the most non-insecure person in our whole school!

So then, I was like, "I don't know why you think I'm insecure, but you're wrong. In fact, I think you're the one with a problem. I mean, you actually do your work! And you always raise your hand to answer questions. Who does that?"

"I do!" She exclaimed. "So what if I care about homework and school. Maybe I am strange, but why would that make you hate me?"

"Um, let me think," I said, rolling my eyes. "Because for some stupid reason everyone likes you? Even though you dress like a tacky American. And don't wear make up?" Her eyes widened suddenly.

"You're jealous of me?" She said.

"I never said that!" I snapped. "I just said – "

"Natalie Kabra is jealous of me," Gabriella said, almost in awe. Honestly, I have no idea how she's so smart if she can't even figure out that obviously, I could never be jealous of her.

"I am not jealous of you! You're a tacky, goody two shoes, ugly cry baby and I have no idea why anyone likes you!" I sat glaring at her, my arms crossed stiffly. I was distracted for a moment by the sighed of my reflection in the glass of the door behind our counsellor. I sighed. I was so gorgeous. But then I remembered I was supposed to be angry and I turned back to Gabriella. I rolled my eyes immediately. She was crying. Again.

The counsellor looked perplexed. I was sure this was the most dramatic session she had ever seen.

"Well, I think that's enough for one day," she said after a moment of tense silence. "Both of you can meet me at the same time tomorrow and we'll continue this. Have a good day girls!" she said with a fake smile.

So really, it could have been worse. Even if I do have to go again tomorrow. I just can't see how anyone, especially Gabriella, could possibly think I was jealous of her. Ridiculous!

Oh, Ian's calling me. Ugh, family can be so annoying. Fine, I'm coming, Ian, you – Oh, hello Mother. Yes, I'm fine thanks.

I have to go help Ian find the key to the Rolls Royce. I told Mother he would lose it, but no one listens to Natalie, do they? No, because she's a bloody idiot, right? Well, now who is the – Oh, yes Mother. I'll be right there. No, I'm coming, I just – Farewell!

Natalie Kabra

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