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Psycho rich girls

[A:N/ Hey guys! So let's see here. I actually finished this ahwile ago, but just now got around to posting and editing it. It is around eight pages in google docs (so I know it will be WAY longer on Wattpad), so I thought I will split it up. But, don't worry, I plan to add part two tommorow. Just wanted to let you guys know if the ending seemed forced.]

As I scurried down the hall, fear pounded in my veins. My temper boiled at the thought of my social worker endangering me. I mean who hands over their case to the hands of a psycho spoiled brat? Has she not ever watched lifetime movies, I thought as I reached my door. As I breathed in deeply the smell of lavender and fresh air, I berated Ms. Rivers for not taking heed from all of the previous victims of psychopathic rich girls. Has she never watched "Rich girls?" The feel of smooth wood caressed my back through the fabric of my shirt. Looking around I noticed a curtain fluttering a short distance away on the right side of my bed. Cocking my head to the side, I tried to remember if I left the window open. Not recalling, I shook my head and looked around for my bag that I was told was put in my room. Better not to give the girl time to formulate a plan to bury my body.

Spying the black bag next to the brown bedside table on the left side of the bed, I scampered to it. As I opened the bag I thought about how awful my next encounter will be with my cousin. Pictures of frilly dresses, blood, and cat fights echoed in my mind. Picking up the first thing that I saw I zipped the bag up. I just so happened to have picked a yellow long sleeved woolen shirt, black skinny jeans and a mismatched underwear set. Well, I certainly will not be impressing anyone with this get-up.

 Not that it mattered, who could possibly matter to me if they are all clones of my cousin. 

Touching my hair, I winched at the matted feel. This is exactly what I get for barely combing my week-old twist out.

With my clothes in hand, I made my way to the bathroom. Grinning, as I opened the door, I thought just how much this bathroom will be my safe haven. Glancing regretfully at the claw-foot tub, I started towards the sink. As much as I wanted to throw caution to the wind, I knew my Ms. Rivers will lecture me on not being rude and having my cousin wait.

Putting my clothes on the shiny silver rack my hand subconsciously reached toward a toothbrush that was usually on the left side of the sink. Huffing, I slapped my head across my forehead, how could I forget that I actually needed to freshen up? Shaking my head, I headed to go back out the door. But, before I got far a gleam of hot pink light reflected off a container on the right side. Turning back around I noticed that it held toothbrushes. Crossing my fingers and hoping not to push my luck, I squatted down to the level of the cabinet . Closing my eyes I opened it and nearly fell backwards for squealing in delight. I hit the towel jackpot. Grabbing a creme towel by chance I closed the cabinet door and stretched my legs, getting back up.

Stretching my back, I felt the loss of my running days. I was seriously out of shape. Shaking the melodrancy that threatened to drown me if I dwelled on it too long, I took a blue vibrating toothbrush. I really liked the color blue, it reminded me of happier times. Sighing, I turned on the tap and let the water run over my toothbrush. Also in the container was a tube of toothpaste with a green and purple toothbrush just like mines. Taking the liberty of grabbing it, I smeared some on my brush, rinsed again, and then put the toothbrush in my mouth without ever turning it on. I never had a vibrating toothbrush and was not sure I needed one now.

As I scrubbed the plaque that accumulated overnight, I looked up at my hair in horror. Touching it, I winced just like last time. Turning my head every way I tried in vain to find an angle which it didn't look so bad. By no means was my hair a walk in the park in the morning, but it was usually never like this. Well at least not since I was 14 and learned to properly take care of it. Spitting out the spit and rinsing my mouth, I vowed to not ever not wear a bonnet to bed every again.