Real Killer

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Most girls love to get up early on the first day of school. To straighten or curl their hair to perfection, apply their makeup flawlessly, and wear the sexiest outfit they can find. All for the perfect first impression. Mostly to try and impress the boys of the school, but also to try and get the most friends. It's like a competition. Who looked best their first day of school. I guess their logic is that if you look as good as the populars, they'll welcome you with open arms.

It just confuses me. Why they would want to impress people they don't know, is beyond me. So you can imagine how pissed off I was when my step-mom shoved me off of my bed and onto the cold floor.

God damn, I thought, what is wrong with this lady?

"Hurry up, or you'll be late to school!" She shrieked in excitement, jumping up and down. Sometimes, the 14 year old girl in her decides to pop out. It disturbs me. "You're finally going to your new school!" She babbled on. Ya, because I wouldn't want to miss THAT I thought sarcastically.

My step-mom grinned childishly at me and said "Want me to help you find something to wear? How about a dress? Or a skirt? Or shorts? And what about your hair? Are you going to Curl it? You know, you're hair is as straight as a pin. Huh, I wonder where that saying came from. Oh, ya, pins are straight. Well, i'll be leaving you to get ready!" She hastily bustled out of the room, and slammed the door.

I blinked a couple of times, trying to process everything she said. After a minute or two of dissecting her tirade, I groggily got up off of the floor and stumbled to the bathroom. I yawned slowly, making the mistake of looking over at the mirror before my shower. I winced at my reflection.

Wild hair, bags under my eyes, and pale skin. That's a cave woman if i've ever seen one. I sighed in frustration as I realized i'd forgotten my clothes. This is what sleep deprivation does to people.

I trudged over to my dresser, walking as slowly as I possibly could without getting in trouble for it. I rummaged through my the dresser, looking for anything that I could wear that I hadn't worn to the point of rags. I should probably get more clothes, but I hated shopping with a passion. I mean I love clothes, don't get me wrong. Especially bras. It's a bad obsession of mine. But every time I went to a store they seemed to be intent on turning the teenage population of females into whores and sluts. Seriously, they have shorts that don't even cover half of a girls ass. It's sickening really.

And don't even get me started on their bikinis. It's like they thought that putting tissue paper with cool designs on it was fashionable. Well, let me tell you. Its not!

I probably wouldn't mind so much if I hadn't seen my step-mother in a bikini. Let me tell you, that can totally fry a teenage girls mind. Permanently.

I shivered in disgust at that mental image and continued my desperate search for clothes.

I practically cheered when I found my favorite pair of black ripped skinny jeans. It took me another 5 minutes, but I managed to find a gray shirt. Well, more like crop top, but hey, it's pretty bad ass. I grabbed a matching pair of black lace bra and panties and jumped in the shower, yelping at the difference in temperature. Only a week here and the shower head was broken. Great. I quickly shaved and hopped out, drying as quickly as possible, hopping on one foot over to my clothing that was resting on the counter.

I quickly got dressed and curled my red hair to help dry it more and get rid of my pin straight hair. I know it's kind of going against the crap I said earlier about not trying to impress anyone, and i'm not doing it to impress. Sometimes, a girl gets sick of having pancake hair. I applied a light eye shadow, some black eyeliner and mascara. I also had to add my favorite pair of clear lip gloss. It's heaven in a bottle.