Story Battle!

Surprise!Becky woke up from a bad night's sleep caused by anticipation of the next day. She got up and looked in the mirror and smiled to herself. Its my birthday. She thought. Today will be a good day. No one would dare be mean or rude today. She spent the next hour and a half doing her daily beauty routine. She thought to herself how exceptionally beautiful she looked today with her curls and sparkly eye makeup. Guys might normally fawn over Tara or Alison, but not today. Today is all about me. Becky sat where she normally did during her first class next to Tara. "Move," said Tara rudely. Astonished and confused, Becky squeaked out "But I always sit here..." "Well I don't want you to sit next to me anymore," said Tara, "I want to sit next to Melissa now. I like her better," Tara said without a second thought. I don't understand, thought Becky, she's always been happy for me to sit there. I can't believe she's acting like this after all I've done for her. Embarrassed, Becky moved to the seat over.This trend continued all day. In gym Melissa called Becky a clumsy oaf for dropping the ball. In American History Alison called her a slut for bending over to pick her pencil up in front of a boy named Ricky. At lunch, the three of them insisted she sit a seat away from them, all the while commenting on how stupid she was. Anytime the three girls were around her, they seemed to try to be as mean and rude as they could possibly be, and just to her. Her best friends in the world, treating her like crap. Becky did not know what to do. How can they do this to me? What did I do? thought Becky.Finally the end of this torturous day came. Melissa had just commented on how ugly Becky's hair was and Becky decided she had had enough. Alison ran up to Becky as she was walking out of the school looking excited and happy. "Hey Becky, I have something to tell you!" she said. Becky broke in: "Tell me what? That my skirt looks awful? That I look dumb when I walk? What else could you possibly find that's wrong with me? I am done with all of you! I can't believe you all decided to tell me what you really thought of me on my birthday! My birthday! The one day of the year that is supposed to be all about me and how great I am! And you know what? I am better than all of you! I stayed away from Skylar even though he liked me and I liked him because you liked him, Alison! Fat lot of good that did you! He still doesn't like you! And instead of repaying the favor, you went and slept with my ex without even thinking about how I would feel! And Tara, you slept with Greg a million times when he was dating Karen and I never told anyone how much of a slut you were! And Melissa, you stole so much from Tara and Alison and I always kept your dirty little secret! You are all horrible people!"The most horrible silence followed. The faces of her three friends were a mix of deep sadness and hurt. Slowly dozens of people came out from behind lockers and doors. Most of them had cameras and microphones. Becky was confused beyond all reason."What I was going to tell you," said Alison, "was that I was sorry for being so mean to all day and that it was all for a reality tv show. Your birthday present was supposed to be that you would win a thousand dollars for putting up with us and that you would get to be on national tv. We were also going to read you letters we wrote about how much we love you and how grateful we were that you were such a good friend to us. I guess they don't mean much now since you think so little of us. I guess I'm glad we saw your true colors. Here's the money. Happy birthday." Speechless and frozen, Becky took the money. The producer of the show tried to come up to her and congratulate her on making tv gold, but she wasn't listening. This was the worst birthday ever.