by Samantha Caramela

Created on: August 08, 2009

"Yes, of course I'm happy for you...You know that." Kate paced back and forth in her blazing hot room. The cool air that slipped out of the vents for her air conditioning did not stand a chance against the mist of humidy that snuck through the cracks of her two small windows which overlooked nothing but an overgrown medow. She sat down on her unmade, messy bed and held her cordless phone to her ear.

"Then why do you sound so dull and unhappy? It seems to me as if you only cared if YOU won the money for that singing contest, not me or anyone else. I'm your best friend...Why can't it be about me for one time?" Grace said as Kate gripped her bed rail so hard that her nuckles turned as white as Grace's new designer dress. That statement failed to be even the tiniest bit true, but still flew out of her mouth with such ease.

"Grace, you know that is not true...Why would you say that? It is ALWAYS about you, Grace." Kate tried to steady her voice that was about to explode. How could Grace even think that Kate let things revolve around only her in their friendship? Grace was not opening her perfectly mascara-covered bright blue eyes to see how reality actually went. She always got everything she wanted. New, expensive clothing (the kind that Kate always dreamed about wearing but never could), the attention of practically every guy in their school, all of her father's money (he was a doctor...a very famous doctor who had flocks of people coming from all over the country to be taken care of by him), a mansion that was about ten times the size of Kate's house with maids and butlers and the whole deal, and she was talented at everything. She was an amazing cheerleader, dancer, gymnast, and even soccer player! And along with all of that, she still managed to get straight A's.

And the one skill Kate believed she had that Grace didn't was singing.

But, now, after competing-and failing to succeed- against her in their town's singing contest, Kate lost more than the competition. She lost her reputation of the school's best singer (the only way she was known in that school) and she also lost all hope of ever becoming someone. The prize for the singing contest was a rediculous amount of money that could've come in handy for her mother who struggeled to pay the bills each day. She was not a stay-at-home mother, rather the complete opposite. She was always at the local market working for twelve hours a day. Kate and her mother could barely afford anything at all. They were

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