"Mackenzie! How many times have I told you? You're not a little girl anymore, you can not be getting third place anymore! You know, you're fourteen, when Maddie was ten she was a better dancer than you!" Abby yelled at me for the fifteenth time today.
I just stood there in silence. Though every one was used to me being on the bottom, I could still feel cold stares on my back.
"Are you going to say anything or are you just going to stand there and be stupid? Well?" Still, I said nothing. "Maddie? What are we going to do about your sister?"
Maddie's glanced towards me then at miss Abby. "I-I don't know." She stuttered.
"Oh, please. Maddie, tell me what we are going to do about your sister. I trust you."
"Um." She looked at me nervously, "j-just give her another chance."
"Another chance? Ha! You think I-"
"I said another chance!" Maddie cut her off.
"Okay, I trust you. Mackenzie, last chance, if I don't see improvement then you are going to be cut."
"I couldn't care less." I muttered under my breath.
"Finish your dance with Giana then you may go." Abby said.
As I tried keeping up with the other girls I couldn't help but see where miss Abby was going. She walked up to the moms.
"Melissa, why isn't she like Maddie?" I over heard Abby ask. "She doesn't dance like Maddie, she doesn't show emotion like Maddie, she's not smart like Maddie, she's... She's just not Maddie."
"Abby, I'm sorry she's disappointing you. There's nothing I can do to change her. If I could then you know I would."
I couldn't listen anymore. My own mom? No. Tears rushed down my cheeks. I quickly wiped my eyes and ran to my cubby.
Without seeing what the girls had to say, I grabbed my things and ran out the door.
"Can't handle the pressure like Maddie could." I glanced back and saw Kendall with an evil smirk.
I didn't care, I'm used to it.
I finally reached my house. I'd rather not call it my home. I dashed up to my plain room.
My room had no posters, I ripped them down when I was mad at my mom. No paint, I didn't feel the need to be creative, I don't deserve to be happy because I'm not like Maddie. The walls are rather filled with holes from my bare hands, I don't know why actually. And the carpets have blood stains on them, from my knuckles, but mostly from my wrists.
I grab a pair of scissors off my desk, being to lazy to go to the bathroom to get an actual razor. I bring it slowly across my wrist. One, two, three, four. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Hello. My name is Mackenzie. I'm not a little girl anymore. And I'm nothing like Maddie, though I wish I was. She's so perfect, beautiful, loved by every one, perfect body, wonderful dancer, perfect boyfriend, amazing friends. I'm just Mackenzie. Gross, ugly, trouble maker, no friends, fat, terrible dancer.
Every one tries to compare me to Maddie, but I'm not Maddie. No one is Maddie but Maddie. I am me, I am Mackenzie!
I am Mackenzie Ziegler, 14. This is my story.
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I Am Sorry (Mackenzie Ziegler)Fanfiction
Mackenzie. Fourteen. She's not a little girl anymore. Though she wishes to be just like Maddie, she's not. She's a trouble maker, plain, weird girl that no one understands, nothing like Maddie. She's getting tired of being compared to Maddie. This i...