Blinded by rage

Chapter 4

Chapter 4
For Becky just destroying Stevens dream wasn't going to be enough to fulfil her twisted heart, she had to take it for herself but unfortunately for her Ok wasn't holding auditions for another year or so. That meant Becky had to find another way. She looked up thoughtfully from where she had been sitting on her bed, eyes passing over her bookshelf briefly. That's when she saw it. The pale purple diary with the trillions of stickers plastered on the front. Becky smiled a very small smile. It's funny how her smile was so small yet held so many nostalgic memories. She stood up with a sigh and walked over to the diary with a pen in her hand. "Man, I haven't written in this since my fourteenth birthday five years ago." She whispered softly to herself. She flicked to a clean page and began writing. Why did she really want to be on OK? She made a list with two points. It was all she needed. "Fame" and "money". So what could she do to get those two things she so desperately desired. She was not cut out for acting and going by the terms of how yesterday's audition turned out clearly not singing. Becky thought about breaking some sort of sporting record and she could if she wanted to- she had the slim almost muscular figure of a gymnast and the confidence of one too- but Becky wanted to be something more than just a face with a medal. Becky wanted to be mysterious. She twiddled a little green crafting feather that was on her carpet in between her fingers. She cast her eyes on it. It was not much, this feather. It was about the size of her thumb with bright green wispy feathers. Its stem was fake and plasticy and still had a little glue on the end. Becky thought back to what she had used it for. She had kept a few of her younger selves projects so it must be off of one of those. Oh yes it was off the masquerade ball mask she made when she wanted to pretend to be a princess. Now that was what Becky called her kind of mysterious. Hiding your face behind a crystalised classy mask. This could be what she needed. A way to get her fame that she craved. But how? An idea sparked in her like a strike of a match. She had put the puzzle pieces together. She wanted money. The mask could hide her face. Serial robbers were on the news all the time and given cool names like Nolan the rough and black phantom. She had done it. Put on the mask and go to Duskendale public bank to make her fame. That was what she should do. That's what she could do. That's what she would do. Now she needed to figure out how. And how to not get caught.