I was frozen while all the other little girls twirled and flounced around me. You can tell when my world imploded by the way my brown eyes expanded and my shoulder-length brown hair whipped my face as I looked from my dad to my happily waving mom.
That’s when I glanced into the wings and spotted him right behind the curtains. I was craning my neck, searching for my dad in the crowd, and worried that he wouldn’t show up. My mom was in the audience cradling a baby Dylan in her lap as I leaped across the stage. That’s probably due to my elementary school ballet recital. The very idea of a stadium full of people watching me makes me want to hurl. You know: catch the football in overtime with a few seconds left on the clock to score the winning touchdown. My younger brother, Dylan, was always the one who craved The Big Moment. Let me start by saying that I’ve never hungered for the spotlight. Don’t worry: this won’t be one of those stupid celebrity autobiographies where I describe my sordid past and complain a lot-my past isn’t all that sordid, and that’s just lame. That’s why I am even bothering to explain. The thing is, despite all that’s been said about me (and there has been a lot), only a handful of people actually understand how I was able to go from a boring high school student to a pop culture reference in the space of a week. Except maybe some people in Burma and Sudan. But let’s be honest: the whole world knows about Mackenzie Wellesley and her social awkwardness. You’ve probably read about me on AOL or heard Conan O’Brien or Jon Stewart reference me for the punch line of some joke. I’d also like to thank my super agent, Laurie McLean, my fantastic editor, Megan Records, and all the great people at Kensington Teen. Thanks, Mom! And to the rest of my family: I’m still not picking up the tab. Best of all, she loves me, awkwardness included. She also laughed with me about all my embarrassing moments, then suggested I work them into a novel, thus creating my current way of life. My mother, Karen Bates, encouraged me, inspired me, supported me and spent countless hours editing with me over frozen yogurt. All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.
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