"Hey, Lexi? Can we talk? I'm really sorry. I didn't want to hurt your feelings." My phone was pressed up to my ear as I was literally pouring my heart out as if this voicemail I was creating was Oprah. I called t least 20 times before this and she still didn't pick up. How stubborn was she? Apparently very stubborn. I dialed her home phone number and tried again. Somebody picked up the phone. "Hello?" She asked. I could tell it was a girl but it possibly couldn't have been Alex. I've known her for forever and obviously her voice was a little higher than the girl that answered her phone. But this voice had a sort of rebellious hint that was in her voice. Couldn't have been her mom or cousin. Her sister. It became clear to me know that the mysterious skater girl that picked up the phone was her sister. "Hi, this is Carly. Can I speak to Alex please?" I asked politely.
"She's sorta upset at you. Anyways even if she did want to talk I can't allow you to. She has to go to gymnastics class and I have to go see my boyfriend Brett. He's a freshman. Super cute." No. No, no, no. Can't be true. "Wait, Brett Kimmer? I'm dating him. For a whole year." I pondered.
"Yeah, Brett Kimmer. That's so wierd. I'll talk to him today and give him a piece of my mind." She said.
Hopefully, this is a big mistake.
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Confessions Of A Teenage Popstar
HumorCarly is just about your average teenager. Well, besides the fact that she has over a billion copies of her albums sold, goes around the globe for her new tour, and has her own clothing line. But when her life takes a turn for the worst, will fame a...
