Should be Day 194.
The Prompt: Try to ease drop on someone’s cell phone conversation. Then write a short story about it.
I was all out of neighbors to eavesdrop on, so I watching this clip from an episode and wrote some back story for it.
DJ and Maggie had been best friends ever since Maggie moved to the school a couple years ago. Now that they were in Jr. High, the girls were at that vulnerable, self-conscious age where appearances and acceptance from their peers were everything to them. In time, the girls would grow out of those bad habits and be confident young ladies who never questioned their self-worth and didn't care what their friends thought of them.
When Marcy, one of the popular girls in school, had complimented Maggie on her skirt while the girls were in the hallway, Maggie felt she had a chance of being someone special. Perhaps if she looked and acted like Marcy, she could hang out with them. With these hopes in mind, Maggie went to the mall after school and bought the same outfit Marcy had been wearing. Then she styled her hair just like Marcy had it and arrived at school the next morning looking like Marcy's twin. Maggie's plan worked; Marcy approached her with an invitation to hang out with her and her circle of people.
DJ felt betrayed. She had always believed that Maggie agreed that they didn't need to be with the popular girls. Their friendship was enough, but DJ saw through Maggie's actions that her friend no longer believed this. As upset as DJ felt towards her friend, she desired to do the same thing she had done. Having two other siblings and a single working parent made money tight. She could have never afforded to buy the clothes, and even if she could, her father wouldn't have allowed her to wear such tight-fitting, revealing clothes. He preferred modest clothes for his daughter, preferably from the sales rack. DJ supposed that her teacher must have liked to shop at the same store that her father did. It was an awful coincidence that her teacher was dressed like her. DJ had never felt worse in her life.
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