Fire Red Lipstick-Yenissa

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        I collapse on my bed, my purple Taki bag dress crumpling as I hit the mattress. Jaxon and I are are getting engaged!!!! I love him so much, he's the light of my life. I want to have children with him and grow old with him and I want my grave to be put right next to his!!! He is mine and I am his.

         I press my palms into my ocean blue, midnight blue, electric blue orbs, squealing. I can barely contain my excitement! I can't wait to go wedding dress shopping! If only I had friends to go with me. But because I'm so different, none of the girls at school want to be friends with me. I roll over and shove my face into my pillow. I sob loudly, tears soaking the sheets. Why must I be so different and quirky?!?!

        Ding! My phone chimes. A text? But. . . . no one ever texts me. The only messages I get are from the mean popular girls bullying me about my dead parents. Who could this be from?

         I pull my phone out of my bag and swipe up to the message. An unknown number.

        [um hey? is this Y/N? it's Melissa from the party]

        The girl with the fire red lipstick. She was texting me.

[h-h-h-h-h-how did you get my phone number?]

I tuck a lock of my golden blonde hair behind my ear, nervously waiting for her response. My leg bops up and down on the carpet from anxiety. I'm so small that it barely makes any noise, but even still, my aunt whom I've lived with since my parents died in the car crash comes bursting in the room.

        "Y/N! YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT! WHY ARE YOU BEING SO LOUD???!?!!? SHUT UP!!!" She slaps me across the face and shoves me to the ground. "I HATE YOU!! I WISH YOU DIED IN THAT CAR CRASH TOO! YOU STUPID BITCH!"

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm sorry, Aunt Bethany!" I choke. My sobbing comes uncontrollably. I can barely breathe. The room is spinning.

"DON'T YOU DARE APOLOGIZE TO ME! YOU DON'T DESERVE MY FORGIVENESS! DON'T HAVE AN ATTITUDE THAT YOU ARE ENTITLED IN THIS WORLD! YOU ARE NOT! YOU DESERVE NOTHING ELSE, YOU EARN IT! You can't stand here and cry. No crying children!"

"Well, if y-y-y-y-you y-y-yell at me, I-I-I-I-I'm going to cry." I whisper.

Aunt Bethany kicks me in the stomach and then leaves, the door slamming behind her.

I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my dress and then climb back on my bed. Did Melissa ever respond?

And then. . . . I see it.

The voice recording was on! My entire fight with Aunt Bethany was recorded! And it was sent to Melissa! Oh no! What do I do????