Life was great, until it happened. Now, it's spiraling out of control. What will become of former-bully, Mackenzie, now that "killer" isn't a nickname for her tennis skills? The guilt is the only reason she's still alive. Her abusive family, ostircized at school, it's only a matter of time before the guilt isn't enough.


8. The Lie Begins...


I hobble out the door to catch the bus. I only have to wait a few minutes before the big, yellow beast pulls up. I manage to pull myself up the stairs and into my oh-so-familiar seat. I relax and stare blankly out the window. We halt at each stop briefly, I don't pay attention until I feel someone sit beside me. Someone's sitting beside me!!! Who?

"Hey Mackenzie!" Squeals a familiar voice. I spin around in surprise,

"Eva?" I gasp. 

"Yep! Is it okay to sit here?" She asks.

"Ummm- Yeah I guess." I manage awkwardly, either she doesn't notice, or doesn't care because she doesn't let her happiness slip for a moment! It must be exhausting to be so happy all the time. 

"So, are you trying out for the tennis team? I hear they're starting today! I was thinking of joining, do you think I should try-out?" She rambles and I feel an ache in my chest. 

"Sure. Why not?" I say without emotion. Then she gasps. 

"We should try-out together!!!" She says excitedly. 

"Oh!" I gasp, "No, that's okay! You just -uh- try-out!" I stammer.   

"Why not?" She pouts with her lip childishly stuck out. 

"Because I..." I falter and then hit inspiration, I sighed in preparation for my lie "fell down the stairs." She gasps in horror. 

"Are you okay!?!" She says with caring eyes. I feel so bad for lying to her, I feel like I've failed Mia. The guilt is pressing down, I want to come clean but that's impossible. No one must ever know.

“Yes, I’m fine.”


Could that girl ever talk!!! She yakked my ear off the entire time! She was still talking as I limped to my locker.

“Okay,” she said with her usual cheer “I guess I’ll see ya in Science!” We have Science today? How’d she know that? I guess she memorized the schedule. To me, that’s pointless. Why spend precious minutes memorizing a schedule that they print off for you? Just tape it to your locker people! What day is it today!?! I chew my lip trying to supply an answer. The days just blur together! I look sideways at a girl’s locker whiteboard. Day 3. Oh yeah! Math, math science. Ha, so she was right. I collect my binders and head off to math.


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