Cat Vinski has my Heart.

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"All Passengers Boarding Plane 1000235 please proceed to Gate seven." A tuned voice slid out of the speakers.
We were in Stansted airport, in the First Class section, and business like people were milling about in the small neat room. It was all white, with a pebble grey carpet, and it had silver sofas and seats dotted around. On each sofa there was a person seated. For example, on one sat a shiny haired brunette in tottering heels, fumbling for her passport hidden somewhere in her designer sparkly clutch. Another seated an elderly man in a navy suit, brandishing an extravagant pocket watch, engraved with adornments of silver and gold.

It was very intimidating to be surrounded by all these business like people, and I felt very lost.

But then I remembered that bad was my new style, and the new me was not intimidated easily.

I held my head high and strode onto the plane.

Nine Hours Later:

I was seated comfortably by a large window and table, with my laptop and headphones on the tabletop, and a raspberry smoothie in the drinks pocket. After all, it was first class and I intended to enjoy it!

I suddenly had an idea.

I opened up my laptop and typed in:

Bad Girl.

Images flashed up of beautiful biker jackets and shorts, and flawless makeup and girls, and hairstyles and nails. I sat entranced by the photos.

It was time for a makeover.

I stepped off the plane and was hit by a wave of American warmth. Soon we were in a taxi and speeding away to our new house. It was 10am, and we had the whole day ahead of us.

America was utterly beautiful. We sped through stunning roads lined with palm trees, the shining leaves glistening in the light of the pounding sun.

We turned down into a beautiful road, lined with a couple of huge mansions. To my astonishment, the car started to come to a stop.

I gasped. We had pulled into the gravelled driveway of a beautiful brick mansion, with ivy climbing up its walls, and an exotic and colourful front garden complete with a wate fountain. The house was at least twenty times bigger than our last house, and it had large windows and a black door with a silver knocker.

We all went inside, and the house opened out into a giant, circular, black and white checkered porch, with mirrors lining the white walls and doors leading off into other rooms. In the centre there was a giant silver staircase, that lead to upstairs.

The downstairs rooms consisted off a living room, a modern looking kitchen, a gym, and a personal cinema, complete with red seats.

Upstairs was the bedrooms.

Mine was massive and spacious, with white walls and light grey carpet, and a king sized bed with a white duvet on it. Around the room was doors to my silver themed ensuite, with a mercury glass bath and shower, and a big cupboard full of shampoo, body washes and girly things like that.

The last door led to a huge walk in wardrobe, which was mostly empty, apart from a note in the centre. It read:

Spend wisely. Clothes are kind of important!
Mum and Dad xoxo

On top lay a black credit card! I squealed in excitement and slid it into my pocket for later.

In my room, there were succulents scattered in terracotta pots, and a stack of white pull out draws. I think they were makeup holders.

Then I remembered. Time for a makeover.

I went downstairs to hug my parents.

"This house is amazing!" I squealed.

"I know sweetheart. There is just one more surprise!" My mum said.

They led me outside and opened up the garage. My heart stopped in my chest.

There in the garage was a spanking new Audi R8. It was matte and black, and the inside was black leather. It was utterly beautiful.

I screamed in happiness, and tackled my parents in a huge hug.

They handed me the keys, and I waved good bye and went on a giant shopping trip.

I went to Apple and bought the iPhone 6 plus in space grey, and a new Macbook and new earphones. Then I went clothes shopping. My look was going to be badass and punky, so i grabbed lots of dark shorts, and a couple of leather jackets and some flannel t-shirts. I got some Black chuck Taylor's, and a couple of pairs of black Nike Roche's and Airs. I grabbed some short cropped sweaters and a leather skirt which suited my figure. I think I was good to go.

Next I moved onto Makeup and Accessories. I got some dark Lipsticks from Mac, and foundations, concealers and eye-shadows and mascaras. I grabbed some punky metal rings and earrings and then started on my actual physical transformation.

First, I headed to a nail salon. I got acrylics put on and got them painted a glossy berry colour.

Then I went to a salon and had my legs and armpits waxed, my eyebrows threaded and my eyelashes extended and tinted. They made my hazel eyes pop, and looked nice with my tanned skin. Then I headed to a hair dressers. My dark hair was tired and frizzy and it needed a pamper desperately.

"So what would you like?" the hairdresser, Mary, asked.

"Can I have it thick shiny and jet straight, and no frizz?" I asked, my fingers crossed.

"Yeah sure. " she replied and got to work.

She washed and blow dried it, and left a couple of masks in it and then straightened it with some weird tool. The end result was amazing. It was thick and unbelievably shiny and soft. It was perfect.

I got back in my car, loaded with stuff, and headed back to my house to unpack.

I pulled in and lugged the stuff upstairs.

I put it all way and collapsed on the bed. It had been a long day.

I quickly showered and got into a pair of Pyjamas. They were shorts and a vest top, so my figure was very noticeable.

I had long, slim legs and wide hips, a small waist, a generously sized butt and a large chest, with slim shoulders and arms.

I liked my figure, but I always thought I was too skinny and didn't look curvy despite my big boobs and butt.

I sighed and padded downstairs, and watched a movie with my parents whilst we ate takeout.

My parents shuffled to face me.
"So we have enrolled you at West Beverly High, and you start next week. " Mum said happily.

I forced a smile and swallowed hard.

Time to be a Bad Girl.