My worst nightmare

Going to School

Should I?

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I shared the thought out of my mind and started to get ready, scared that that hot psycho would try to shoot his shot, quite literally.

I took a quick shower and came back to my room and looked at myself in the mirror once more dropping the towel to take a good luck at my "new body".

The subtle curves, the flat and fit stomach, down to the small but perfectly plumpness to her breasts looked perfect.

I wonder why I'm in this body, she's definitely way hotter than any person I've ever seen but she has this innocent look to her, with her big doe hazel eyes and milky white skin.

I went to the drawers trying to find underwear and clothes I'm going to wear to "school" but I don't exactly know what to wear to school or how this person dressed before.

Before I could think much about what to wear the doors of my room flung open and I was left standing stark naked in front of a man around the same age as that butler man that left me scared in my room minutes ago.

His hair was brown also but he had steel blue eyes that could pierce me with just a glare. He was tall and with a suit on I felt like cowering before him because of the intense look of his gaze.

I averted eyes from him and tried to get my towel from the floor, I felt my face heat up from embarrassment.

He looked alot like me.

Oh my gosh. This couldn't be anymore fucking weird. My could be dad just saw me naked. Fuck. As If this life wasn't shitty enough.

I scurridly put the towel back onto my body and tried to figure out what this man wanted from me.

"Hey?" I gave a small wave.

"Could you like knock when you come in please? I kind of need privacy so that I don't accidentally like now show my chee-"

"This is my house I don't need to knock, also Bertram told me that you've been insolent towards him and so I will talk to you later about this incident" his calm voice thundered the room with authority.

I averted my eyes from him taking his words as a cue to not ask him anymore questions than needed.

But Thank the lord he isn't actually realted to me because he is a mighty fine man. I shaked my head a little at the pure sexiness of these fine men in this girl's life. It's so sad that my meager life couldn't relate because of the abomination such as my face.

He didn't move an inch never moving his eyes from my face and just stared at me. Judging me with his scrutinizing gaze.
He made me feel as if I was a speck of dust in his site. A piece of gum he wanted to scrape off of the wall.

"I'll see you at dinner" with those words he left. I knew it wasn't a request. It was a demand.

"Ok" I said quietly in a timid voice trying not anger him as I may be getting a punishment later this evening.

Before I could get my shit together and recover from the 'I think that's my hot dad' person. The man I have just started to hate appeared and made me squeal and jump dropping the towel.

"Are you trying to seduce me again?"
He looked at me with a repulsed look. His face scrunched up with irritation and eyes looked at me with utter disdain. He still looked handsome.

"No" I said quickly grabbing my towel for the second time. Angrily and annoyed this time. I know my body was top tier but I didn't want to become an exhibitionist so soon in life with only being 17. Maybe one day but not now, especially with this hot body I could have everyone at my feet.

"Your uniform will arrive shortly"

I nodded not wanting to talk to the despicable man.

"I want to hear your voice child"

"Yes" I squeaked.

He gave a devilish smirk and then left.

I hate my life. Like before it was horrible and I just killed myself on a whim not thinking I would actually die because all my other attempts never worked but now I really want to die if I have to live through these psychotic minded persons.

I just have to go through one day of school and leave as soon as school is over to figure out whatever the hell is going on.

Since the butler man said uniform I'm guessing this body is also in high school. A private highschool.

I quickly put on my underwear, not wanting any unnecessary showing of my body again and then I heard two knocks at my door.

Finally someone with manners.

I went and opened the door to see noone there but a neatly folded uniform uniform on the floor along with a shiny pair of brown shoes.

I took them and rushed back into my room to try them on.

The uniform looked stellar on me I posed a lot in front of the mirror thinking to myself that I looked like a complainer with the white button up shirt and grey vest with a grey skirt that was 2 inches above my knees accompanied by high kneed navy socks.

I- well she looks cute.

I put my hair up in a ponytail and looked at her dresser to see if this person had any make up only to find non and only a meager eyeliner and mascara, the bare minimum.

I groaned with irritation.

She's so beautiful why doesn't she have any makeup whatsoever.

I love makeup and that was something I could never go a day without on my face.

"Oh"  I sunk at the realization.

It was because I was ugly that I've always worn makeup. To cover my flaws to try and look beautiful so that others don't ridicule me.

She's beautiful.

I looked at the vanity mirror.

She's beautiful. Perfect hair. Perfect teeth. Perfect skin.

I want to just rip that perfect fucking face off.

I placed a hand on the face the beautiful person infront of the mirror right now.

I was just about to scrape just a tiny bit to leave a scar so that she won't look perfect anymore when.

Bertram entered and said "time to go"

I gave one last glance at the mirror and then left. Feeling horrible for wanting to leave a scar on her.

Time to go to school I guess, the place of my death.