Bite The Needle

Part 1: What an Asshole

"Ella, you have a meeting with Mr. Hepburn at four, and Linda Carlington from Southern Vogue coming to interview you at three," Lawrence recited fast. "Great thanks, now go get me a mocha cappuccino with extra white chocolate sauce," Ella demanded in her ever so perfect Southern accent. "But Madame, I'm your recorder not assistant," Lawrence mumbled. "Well, I pay you don't I, or is that not my name on your business contract, just do as I say or do you have a problem computing that request," Ella snapped. "But.." "Yes Lawrence that is a butt you're sitting now get off of it and get me what I damn ask, or are you to incompetent," Ella said gallantly walking to her office and slamming the door. "God, these people!

Ella laughed as she spun around in her chair. "Madame, your mother is on line 2," Jenna ,the secretary, yelled.

"I don't have time for family matters, tell her to have a nice day on the farm," Ella screamed jokingly.

Ella hadn't always been so harsh, cruel, or evil. Well who are we kidding, yes, yes always. She was the rags to riches wonder story of the century. She grew up on a 7 acre bankrupt farm in Athens,Georgia with her teeming Alcoholic abusive father Bart, and her looney mother. Her mom too a victim of abuse used drugs to escape. When her mother wasn't high and neglectful, she was hypocritical religious quack. Always forcing Ella to go to church, hosting parties, and buying clothes she knew they couldn't afford. From that Ella had learned to play a devious facade.

Pretend you're the best, and you'll be the best. But deep down Ella knew she was nothing, a nobody,but once she got a scholarship to the New York school of design she knew it was her ticket out. Ella packed her bags at 18 and never looked back. College was new, hard, and an extremely hard climate to keep pretending in. But her attitude sufficed, making her the bitch. But she had talent, so she was the bitch, the bitch to be reckoned with. The only one who knew the volatile girl behind her mask was her rival Liz. Liz had as much talent, and as much bitchiness as Ella. But she didn't lie about where she came from, she was loaded.

Coming from the family of an esteemed thoracic surgeon and a New York attorney Liz had the money to buy dresses, and the face of a doll. But she didn't flaunt it, she was humble, in fact she spent most of her time making her own clothes, and gardening. Liz was what Ella should've been and vice versa. 

They were total opposites and total bitches. Head to head, toe to toe. If one saw them in the studio they knew to use the two sticks God had gave them and make haste. Low jabs at one another, subliminal threats, scolds and stares. But at the end of it all, low whispers, subliminal compliments, and lustful looks. They were the inseparable couple they did everything together include compete with each other, and that's where it went all wrong. They were both up for valedictorian, and the valedictory got their fashion line shown at Mercedes Benz fashion week a huge career starter, and when two mean girls collide well...till the next chapter.

A/N::
"I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?"

Thought I'd start the first chapter off with the most annoying-genius song of the decade.

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