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I’m not willing to compromise. I want the whole thing. Why does life have to be a settlement or a consolation prize? How about I win the blue ribbon? And why not? I’m well within my rights to have my cake and have it too. There’s no law of physics, as far as I know, preventing me from winning. And who said I have to always come in second place? Does Kristen have some God given right to all the attention in this equation? I mean every cool pose she strikes leaves me with a zit, or a bad hair day or a fucking blood stain on my white shorts! These aren’t just circumstantial happenstances. There’s a paper trail. I’ve done the numbers. Hell, I’ve crunched the numbers. It all adds up to one thing. Kristen’s a boy-crazy attention hound and I’m always the third wheel. But there’s something that doesn’t add up. If Josh made varsity and now Bri’s driving me home, what is Kristen doing after school? If she turns pep squad I’m going to go to town on my wrists. But I can’t always be a door mat. I should step up. Sometimes a girl has to stop being the victim and get empowered. If the Donna Sister’s came to my room and tore down my posters, would I just roll over like Jessica and cleave beave? At some point you have to recognize your self esteem issues. So no more little Julie Schoolie. I’m gonna tear her a new cervix.