The first time I saw her, she looked like a queen bee and a gangster leader in equal measure. Of course, her clothes and accessories were of the best quality, indicative of her birth with a silver spoon. Even though the school uniform was theoretically the same as the one I wore, I could see the gulf between our social positions, our statuses and the value that society perceived in us: I was a disposable item and she was a Thai princess about to take over. the crown on the chessboard that I came to discover that world was.
Pink lipstick on full lips, the most delicate nose I'd ever seen and skin as even as a doll's. The hair was artificially colored a coppery brown, straight at the roots and curly at the ends. Even sitting down I knew she was tall, maybe as tall as me. The expression on her face, however, was a contrast to her appearance. She was not an innocent girl.
Her smile was fierce, like that of a shark about to snatch its prey. And the people around her, no matter how much they smiled and were excited, seemed to use their agitation to cover up an incessant anxiety. I was exhausted just of watching it. It was crystal clear that everyone's nerves were on edge; with any misstep, that pretty girl's sharp teeth would pierce their flesh.
Her eyes wandered around the room, briefly sweeping over me like nothing more than a speck of dust, then quickly settling on someone else who, unlike me, deserved her attention. A not-so-pleasant whirlpool settled at my navel for a moment until I realized I was free from her radar.
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Sweet Poisonous Kiss
General Fiction"The first time I saw her, she looked like a queen bee and a gangster leader in equal measure. Of course, her clothes and accessories were of the best quality, indicative of her birth with a silver spoon. Even though the school uniform was theoretic...
