"It's amazing," I said.
"What, that there's someone on the planet a stupid as you?" asked Zoe.
"No, that people will believe a rumor stared by someone notorious for lying," I retorted, "and you know I don't dye my hair."
"You should," she said, "you're ugly. And your sense of fashion is terrible. What did you do to those shoes?"
"What's wrong with slip-ons? They're more comfortable than those 'ballet flats', and in cases like this, they're more practical too." I took off at a run. A smart move on my part, because when she chased after me, her dainty little shoes kept on slipping off her heels! And she was afraid to get her shoes dirty, so she hadn't caught up to me by the time we had to go in.
