EMILY
Now every word stung deeper than any bee ever could but I was also angry and she was going to have it as she dished it. Feigning a smile, I said, "Well, at least you will never have to worry about anyone making you ugly. I mean, there is no point to that, is there?"
"Girls, let's stop this right now…." Aunt pleaded, clearly feeling out of her depths. I could tell that she wanted to say something-- anything-- but I feared there was nothing she could do.
"You think you're prettier than me, don't you? I knew it. I always did. You think you're smarter too, don't you?" Turning to Aunt Lena, she shrugged, "But I thought I was the bad guy, eh? I thought I was the mean one. Yet, here she is, your beautiful perfect Emily, saying she's the prettier, smarter, and better person, all while set
