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bee’s knees doesn't she?
     
                  Just as I was rounding up my assumption of Harley, three perfectly quaffed blonde beauties appeared out of nowhere.
     
                  “…She doesn't even look like she combed her hair,” one of them muttered to her friends. “I wonder if her Mama put her hair up in the dark.”
     
                  “She clearly didn't do her laundry either. Look at those rags!” chimed one of the girls.
     
                  Ashamed and embarrassed, I shrank behind my knees.
     
                  “Hey Paisley, wanna see something cool?” Harley interrupted their heckling.
     
                  “What is it, Harley? I don't have time for your crap today. I need to get back to practice; you know, where you’re supposed to be.”
     
                  “Come here. I have it right here in my hands.”
     
                  “What is it,” she asked.
     
                  “Well, I can't just tell you, can I? You have to come here and see it for yourself.”
     
                With a sound of disgust, she whined, “Fine.”
     
                  As Paisley got closer, even I was wondering what she had in her hands. Paisley bent down and closed in on Harley’s hands.
     
                  “Come closer. You don't wanna miss this,” Harley said with a suspicious look on her face.
     
                  Just as Paisley was nearly to Haley’s hands, Harley opened them and tossed a grasshopper, right at her face. Screams of little girls fleeing the scene had us all rolling in the grass.
     
                  “And don’t ever talk about my friend’s mama again!” Maybe I was wrong about this girl.
                 
                  “No one takes a shot at someone else's mama. That's just wrong,” sympathized Harley.
     
                  “My mama died of cancer last year, so I wouldn't know. Daddy and Granny Bird have been raising me the best they could, but I guess sometimes I don't make it easy.”
     
                  “Well, don't worry. You're part of our family now” Skye said.
     
                  “Amen to that."
     
                  Linking arms, we stood up and walked back to practice. Ever since that first incident with Paisley, we’ve been inseparable.
     
                  Placing the picture back on the desk, I walked past the “trophy” shelf filled with academic honors. First place in the academic decathlon, first place spelling bee champion, first place science fair project. Was I that much of a loser? And then I opened up my closet. Yep, that answers that alright. I will say though; I think I could still rock a mean pair of cowboy boots. I riffled through my high school wardrobe and felt a sudden urge to purge. Maybe the girls would be interested in a burn party. All right Carrington; time to get your shit together.
     
                  Unzipping the luggage, I pulled out my favorite pair of skinny jeans, a green see-through blouse with a black camisole, and the hottest set of panties and bra. Don’t judge. You never know whom you’re going to see when you’re out. Oh, who am I kidding; I’ll always be known as Muffin Top Mason in the eyes of this town.
     
                  Ever since Paisley stamped that moniker on my back in elementary school, I felt as if I would never shake its existence. Three little words were enough to chip away at my once vibrant personality, bit-by-bit. Every time I tried to shake the name, Paisley made sure to bring it back over and again. She would allow me to build up my confidence, and then smacked me down like a petulant child. I’m not that same little girl, however. It’s taken a while, but slowly, I’ve been trying to rebuild the old Carr. The last thing I need on this trip