𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃. ʲᵒʰⁿⁿʸ ᶜᵃᵈᵉ

𝘚𝘐𝘟：𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙔

𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀

set the moment willow was born. Being born into a rich, Soc family, the standard was already set high. She was expected to greet everybody politely, even if they were the scum of the earth. She had to dress appropriately no matter the setting, had to always show up and greet people during family parties and events. It was like her family was playing dress up and they were all dolls. It was sickening, and by the time Willow was 13, she had enough. She began to rebel against her mother, despite her not caring anyway.

It's why she was called the Wild Child, the black sheep of the family. And even though Anna was the same behind the curtains, Willow openly showed it. It's why everyone took a liking to her sister instead of her— especially her mother.

"Willow!" Anna yelled through her sisters door, banging against the wood. "Willow! can I borrow your lipstick?!"

"You're too young for lipstick Anna! Mother said so!" Willow yelled back, rolling over in her bed.

"Ugh!" Anna stomped away, the wooden panels on the floor shaking as if there were an earthquake. Willow laughed to herself at the reaction. She threw off her thin covers, sweating from the heat that came from the outside. Willow played with the lace that lined the waistband of her panties, daydreaming her way through boredom.

She looked to her side at her clock that sat on her bedside table. "8:32" She sighed to herself, internally cursing to herself as she didn't want to leave the safe haven that she called her room. She didn't want to have to go downstairs only to be ridiculed by her mother for being lazy, even though she would be sitting on the couch whilst drinking wine and smoking through a pack of cigarettes.

As Willow's thoughts wandered, she began to think about Johnny. She thought about his greased, black hair. His perfect, sharp jawline and how it could practically cut paper. His beautiful dark, puppy eyes. His dark, tanned skin and how it would glow in the sun.

As she thought about him more and more, she began to think about how he perceived her. Did he find her annoying? was she likeable? or did he absolutely despise her presence?

Her insecurities were getting the best of her, and she knew it too. She had to make herself desirable to him, to make him like her and think that she's pretty. All the other girls in Tulsa caught the eyes of boys, even if they had the face of a goat. The way they dressed, the way they flirted, they knew how to get the boys attention, how to seduce them.

Willow walked over to her dresser, pulling out a few magazines the she had bought a while ago. She laid down on her bed, flipping through the pages and skimming through the text to find something, anything about getting boys or appearing desirable. The only thing she managed to find were advertisements for weight loss pills and hair styles that made women look like poodles.

Willow groaned in defeat, tossing the magazines into the trash before sitting against her bed frame, slumped. She folded her legs into herself, resting her head against her knees. Suddenly, a lightbulb appeared above her head. She had to look skimpy, like all the other girls are.