OK so remember I told about MacKenzie 2? In case you don’t, here’s a quick play-by-play:
Moving truck barreling down our street-> loud commotion, like a parade for the president -> tons of dumb expensive stuff that no one with good taste would buy -> snooty, stuck up family -> bratty girl with an annoying voice, like a Kardashian -> me laughing at her -> bratty girl earning the name “MacKenzie 2” in my head -> MacKenzie 2 drenching me in Brianna’s bubbles.
Caught up? Good. Now prepared to be outraged on my behalf!
Yesterday I saw MacKenzie 2 again, and I can say with absolute certainty than I would spend a week in a dentist chair getting root canals on every tooth if she would just go far, far away!
Dramatic? Yeah. Exaggeration? Absolutely not!
Yesterday Chloe and Zoey came over to ride bikes around my neighborhood. Sometimes when we ride bikes, we turn it into a scavenger hunt where we all have to take pictures of random things, like an old lady wearing way too much makeup or five supersized people squeezing in the backseat of a car.
I use my Mom’s digital camera, and I’m REALLY good at this, so pretty much every time I win. Last week, I was the only one who got a picture of a family eating McDonald’s in the Burger King parking lot.
I should seriously consider joining the paparazzi, because I also caught Chloe’s cousin Jeremy flirting with his girlfriend’s best friend. (I was all like, “Oh no he didn’t!!” But that’s beside the point.)
Anyways, after I got my 10 shots, I was heading back to my house to meet Chloe and Zoey when I saw something that almost burned my retinas: MacKenzie 2 jumping on a huge trampoline wearing a sparkly tutu.
It was SO funny that I seriously needed to hold onto my side while laughing…except that would have been a super bad idea since I was riding a bike…which I remembered right after I rode into a bush because I was gawking and giggling.
As I was lying in the bushes with tiny branches in my hair, I heard the pitter patter of crazy feet coming toward me. But it was like a totally different person.
She helped me up and was all like, “I think we got off on the wrong foot the other day. My name’s Cecilia. I notice that you were admiring my trampoline. Would you like to give it a try?”
OK, so I was more mentally mocking than admiring, but the girl was trying to be nice. Suddenly I felt like a major jerk. So what if she said stuff like “mumsy” and dressed like a four-year old? She was making an effort!
So I went, “Um, OK. I’m Nikki, by the way.” Then I rolled my bike to her trampoline and hopped on up. I have to admit, it was super fun. It didn’t take me long to start kicking my legs up in the air and trying to touch my toes like a cheerleader.
Cecilia was saying stuff like, “Superb hurkey Nikki!” and “You really are quite a talented jumper!” But I wasn’t really looking at her because I was too busy pretending I was training for the super secret trampoline Olympics.
After about 15 minutes, I heard Zoey calling my name and I realized I’d totally lost track of time. As I was heading home, Cecilia yelled, “This is just how I pictured our friendship, Nikki!”
That kind of made no sense to me until I pulled out my digital camera to compare our scavenger hunt shots. Every last one was gone! In their place, Cecilia took a bunch of unflattering close-up shots of my underwear showing as I jumped on her trampoline.
I totally forgot I was wearing low-rise jeans! Cecilia was in the last shot pointing and smiling with me in the background, spazzing out with my pants practically falling off.
That was so NOT what I pictured!
