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C H R I S T I N A
What happened at the pajama jam made me really mad. Sure, I don't sing often, but I do love playing the piano and I felt that playing something different on the keyboard would be something people would enjoy.
And I was right because most everyone in the room - even Mitchie - liked it. Heather was the only one that didn't like it but that's because she doesn't like me and anything to do with me. Not to mention like I told her myself, she hates anything that has to do with people liking something that comes out of someone else, and not her.
She always has to be in the front of the spotlight, all eyes on her. I don't even see the point of having backup singers - let alone as many as she has - if she wants the spotlight all to herself. She's good, not going to lie, but she's not perfect.
Nobody is. And just because she's pretty and has a good singing voice doesn't mean everyone's going to like her style or the songs she sings. Half of the time she's singing about how she's 'too cool' or better than everyone else. And if that doesn't scream conceited and cocky and self-centered then I don't know what will.
It's been a few days since that incident, however, and I've now stopped making glares and stupid remarks at Mitchie. I kind of want to talk to her, because before I stormed out of the kitchen the other day she was trying to explain something to me but I didn't listen. I was honestly too busy being mad at her and trying to make her feel bad for letting on a big lie about her life, something that shouldn't need to be done in the first place.
After taking lots of time to think about everything, I realized that Phoebe and Griffin have been keeping a few secrets from me. They did say that what was going on there was something they weren't able to tell me, but with the way that Phoebe acts when she is around or talks about Aubrey, she sounds super bitter. I'm beginning to connect the dots and I'm starting to think that maybe Mitchie's not the one lying, it's Aubrey.
Walking into the kitchen, I bit my lip as I saw Mitchie sitting at one of the tables, lots of decorations in front of her as her mother was talking to her. The boy she's always with - Jonah - was next to her, engaged in the conversation too.
"Hey guys," I greeted, my tone sounding happy. Mitchie and her mom looked at me, Alice greeting me with a warm hug and smile. Mitchie just awkwardly looked down at the table in front of her, probably feeling awkward about everything that's happened.
She stuck up for me at pajama jam, in front of everyone, and in the process, she embarrassed Heather and I couldn't help but be super thankful for that. I wouldn't let her talk and made her feel horrible, said some harsh things and she still did that. Nobody's ever done that for me before, and it made me feel wanted and loved.
Sitting down at the table across from Mitchie, Alice quickly explained to us both that she just wanted us to blow up the balloons. Half them were going to have helium in it with strings tied to it, and the other half was going to have just us blow them up without to lay them across the ground.
