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Take a Bow
ELIZABETH EULBERG
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For my siblings,
Eileen, Meg, and WJ,
who never let anybody put their baby sis in a corner
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However, getting up close and personal is just one of the many glam-
yeah-right look when I told him we were sisters. Not like I care what he
thinks. Hes the creepy one here.
Mac is one of those girls with shiny hair and gorgeous skin. You
know the ones that Im talking about.
Im currently surrounded by them.
Even the most self-confident girl (who, to put it politely, does not
possess any of the above mentioned characteristics) can feel a little
down spending an entire day with the Beauty Bots.
There Mac is in the spotlight, smiling away as her (mostly fake)
blond-highlighted hair bounces in the air. She twists and turns to the
music blaring during the swimsuit competition. Her tanned legs (done
in the hotel room bathroom last night) hit the mark as she shows off her
white teeth (also fake) to the three judges in front of her. She bats
her lashes (well, some belong to her) flirtatiously to the one male judge.
Her red-sequined two-piece suit (I spent all week trying to get her to sit
still for me to take it in) sparkles in the spotlight. It took two spa visits,
one salon appointment, a hair and makeup stylist, one pageant coach,
one seamstress sister, and one very stressed-out mother for her to arrive
at this moment.
The music ends and she gives one final bow before she struts off
stage.
Wow, shes phenomenal, the guy next to me says.
I give him a look that makes it clear that Im beyond disgusted by his
interest in my sister.
help but feel like Im being left out of some quality mother-daughter
time. But todays Mackenzies day.
I turn around and head to the hotel lobby. I sit down on an overstuffed chair, close my eyes, and remember a different, simpler time. A
time before pageants. A time before Miss Mackenzie came into our lives.
I was an only child for the first nine years of my life. I remember being
little and wanting to have a baby brother or sister (or a dog), but then
the fighting started. At first, my parents would hardly speak. I remember thinking something was wrong. Wed be at the kitchen table and
itd be silent. Not the good, peaceful quiet, but the unnerving kind.
Id attempt to shatter the silence barrier by telling them something
I learned in schoolthe name of the fifth president, the capital of
Wisconsin, the meaning of onomatopoeia. All Id get in return was a
strained thats nice between bites.
I started to relish the quiet once the yelling began. I would sit in my
room and put my head under my pillow, pretending that I was part of
one of those perfect families Id seen on TV. Then something weird
happened. Mom and Dad suddenly started to act all lovey-dovey around
each other. I thought everything was going to be back to normal. Then
I found out Mom was pregnant. I guess they thought having another
kid would save their marriage.
Several months later, Mackenzie was born. But Dad left anyway.
Mac wasnt even a year old.
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Obsession Actually
starts with a boy. But hes not just any boy. No, hes possibly the most
amazing, hottest, and sweetest boy ever known to teenage kind.
Okay, this is probably the point where I should mention that I sometimes have difficulty focusing on anything whenever Logan comes up.
Im usually a pretty together person, but whenever Im around him, I
melt into this giddy, brainless, gooey lump of my former self.
Since hes currently walking over to me, I start to focus on my breath.
Easy, tiger, you can handle this.
There you are! Logan says, and I try to keep my heart from floating out of my body when he smiles at me. You cannot leave me alone
in there. Thats cruel and unusual punishment. He winks one of his
deep green eyes at me.
I feel the heat rising in my cheeks...and elsewhere. Yeah, especially the unusual part. Im not sure, but did that one mom dress her
newborn up as a cowgirl or a stripper?
He sits down on the couch next to me. Like, right next to me. Its hard
to tell sometimes, especially when sequined leather chaps are involved.
I give a little laugh, all while reminding myself to keep my wits. I
swear, one of these days Im going to totally lose it and attack him. Ill
be on the cover of magazines as The Teen Terror, and theyll make a
made-for-TV movie about me where theyll have me hiding in the
bushes and sending him lockets of my hair. (I hid in his bushes once,
but that was on a dare from Benny.)
Im pretty sure Logan knows I have a crush on him. I mean, how
could he not? Pretty much e very girl in school does. Except Cameron,
who thinks hes a bit too clean cut and boring (blasphemy!). And
shes supposed to be the smart one.
Logans talking to me like its no big deal, but Im transfixed by every
curve of his face, e very piece of sandy blond hair on his head. I find my
gaze shifting down toward his lips. Oh, those lips...which are in the
middle of telling me some story.
Come on, Lexi. Concentrate.
Luckily, I dont have to bring him down to reality since I have a good
excuse. Cant, I tell him. I have to work.
Too bad. Logan seems genuinely sad. Well...I guess Ill see ya
later. He gives me another wink before he walks over to Alyssa.
So, when he said too bad, do we think he meant too bad that you
have to be stuck on a Saturday night in the prime of your youth to work
at the mall or too bad because I was going to dump Alyssa and make
out with you all night?
See what I did there?
If I dont watch it, Ill let one tiny comment from Logan send me
off into the delusional deep end. I know its ridiculous, but I cant help
it. It d
oesnt really matter what he says. The fact is, he has a girlfriend.
All I need to do is look over and see his arms wrapped around
Alyssas tiny waist as he gazes happily into her eyes, and I come tumbling back to reality.
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used to think that I could someday have a shot with Logan. Like
if Alyssa got carted off to someplace that didnt have phone or
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Yeah, shes the best. My heart flew up into my throat. Shes super
funny and has such a great personality.
And there it was.
G r e a t P e r s o n a l i t y.
It wasnt the first time Id heard this phrase. It wasnt even the worst
circumstance in which it had been used. But that didnt make it sting
any less.
Oh, Im aware its a compliment. Really. Much better than having a
bad personality or, in the case of some girls at my school, no personality
at all. But still. When a guy uses great personality to describe a girl, its
the polite way of saying fat and ugly.
Okay, maybe thats a little harsh, but Logan was basically saying,
Lexi is great to hang out with, someone who can keep a conversation going,
but she isnt someone youd want to date. Shes not one of those girls.
In other words, Im the girl that all the guys go to because, well, Im
the cool chick who they can talk to about the girl they really like.
Especially when their perfect girlfriend is busy changing into another
pageant outfit.
I guess Im not fat. I dont need a forklift to leave the house (although
Mom isnt far behind from that milestone; she now needs two seats to
fly). One of the benefits of having a morbidly obese mother is that it
has made me overly paranoid about my weight. I stick to mostly nonprocessed foods, which is basically the opposite of what Mom eats.
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So Im not fat and Im not the most disgusting girl in my class, but
Im nowhere near the prettiest. Im average.
I have brown hair and brown eyes. Im not tall, Im not short. Im
average.
And being average is fine and all, especially when you have
such a great personality, but it means that I have zero success as far as
boys go.
Are you ready for the most pathetic, woe-is-me story youve ever
heard? Im sixteen and Ive never been on a date. Ive never had a real
kiss. (Getting chased around a table in kindergarten and kissed by Neil
Blount doesnt count.) I try not to think about it, because it isnt that
big of a deal. But sometimes I cant help but fear that my life will one
day become legend at LBJ High. Did you hear about that junior who
never had a boy ask her to do anything? She died alone, surrounded by her
forty-two cats. Her ghost haunts the AV closet in hopes that a nerd will
accidentally brush against her while getting a projector.
I know I shouldnt care and that boys are stupid, girl power, etc. But
I want, just once, for a guy to like me. Or to at least notice me. I spend
so much time at these silly beauty pageants, its hard for me to look in
the mirror and not feel inadequate. Sure the pageants allegedly build
self-esteem for the contestants, but they make me feel like a freak
because Im the different one there.
And believe me, I dont want to be anything like those pageant girls.
But it would be nice to be asked out. Or to have someone have a crush
on me for a change.
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Whats worse is that I hate that this makes me turn into a selfloathing, needy girl because I dont have the attention of one guy. Or, if
Im being honest, any of them.
I know that once I leave high school and go to college, itll be different. Theres got to be someone out there whos willing to give a girl with
a great personality a shot.
But for now, I have to bide my time and wait for the moment when
the Great Girls inherit the earth.
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