Mae: All I ever wanted was to be your friend, and you treat me like a big joke. You think I don’t notice? Why don’t you like me?
Bea: Mae…
Mae: No, tell me.
Bea: Because… I’m jealous.
Mae: Oh. Of what?
Bea: Of everything. Everything comes so easy for you. I… want to feel good about myself. The way you do. And I don’t know how. I don’t know if I can.













