Em You're Perfect

Tick Tock

I have never considered myself the meanest person in school, but I certainly am the most popular.  After realizing that I was tired of not being none or the fear of not leaving a legacy, I started my road to rule the school.  Along the way I did hurt a few people's feelings but never enough to be crowned meanest mean girl. 

After a few days in the hospital, my grandparents both recovered. They are still in the hospital, but they'll be home in a few days. I don't see how the factory could've burned down. Even when I was little they both made special care to make sure that I didn't break something or mess with an outlet or plug. The police ruled it as a gas fire. I don't think that that's what happened though. I think that whoever kidnapped Lucy set the building on fire to send a message. Most people would say that I'm paranoid, but I have my reasons.

Today I'm going to the police station to get some help with Lucy and the restaurant. I took screenshots of the wallpaper so that this creeper doesn't do anything like A did to Hanna. This scene sounds a bit too familar. That sort of stuff only happens on tv and in the movies though.

Out of all of the people in my life, the police should be able to help me. Tyler's sweet but not too helpful. I can't reveal too much because he isn't a big part of my life right now. Unlike Hanna and Caleb, I can't trust him as much as I should.

I hopped in my car after grabbing Starbucks. Luckily this one had a drive-thru so I didn't get stopped by fans or naysayers.

A lot of the time, people focus on the material pleasures of being a celebrity. Behind that photoshopped Instagram photo is a self conscious young adult forced into the spotlight and pressured by big time agencies to lose a few more pounds. It affects a person into a spiral. Every time I try seeking help, they just say that I'm pretty so I don't have to worry about my others or I'm lucky that I have a perfect life and stop complaining. It gets tough.

While my head's wheels turned vigorously, I pulled up to the police department. Last night, I typed up a report with my suspects and clues. When I was younger I wanted to be a detective just like Nancy Drew. When your parents are always in Sydney,Nigeria ,or Tokyo, you learn from books and your live in staff members. It took me forever because people kept on blowing up my Twitter and Snapchat. I put it in a professional white folder and threw it in my purse.  I grabbed my Louis Vitton bag from the passenger seat and changed into my heels.  One thing that my mom told me is that a girl can be seen and feel like a woman with a pair of heels.  I got my first pair when I was 13 or 14.  No kitten heels, 5 inches.  I stepped out of my car in my skin tight, black pencil skirt and a fitted white button down.   Because my mom was in London for the next few days, I borrowed a pearl bracelet from her.  I walked to the door with a confident walk keeping my head help high. 

As I passed by, a few younger and older cops looking at me up and down.  All of the girls gave me a jealous look as their male partners looked at me. 

That feeling gives so much power.  Some one being jealous of you.  I mean I shouldn't be mad because that is what I wanted all along.  Right?

It was freezing inside.  It had to be at least 60 degrees in there despite the mild temperature of 78 outside.   I shivered as I requested for an officer.  The lady at the front desk couldn't do her eyebrows or line her lips and she does not have very good people skills either. After a 20 minute wait, a short, curvy girl led me to a room and offered me a water. I took the water and waited. A white piece of paper was stuck to the side of the cup.

The words read: You enjoy others falling at your feet and those who try to keep up with your beat. Unless you can go without cheats your grandparents will suffer from the heat.