The Slut Diaries

Prologue

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Okay let me finish ranting about absolutely nothing and let you guys read. I hope I didn't scare you away with my craziness already!

Holland Roden as Lydia

P R O L O G U E

           I always avoided mirrors. I was a insecure mess. My mom never told anyone the truth about me, how I suffered with depression, and how I drank my life away, until I couldn't even remember my name or date of birth. Every single night at dinner my family would point out stuff about me, which I hated. I just wanted to yell at everyone and flip the dinner table over like a wild animal. Because that's what I some times felt like, a wild animal that is.

It hurts like hell knowing your own family hates you, as much--probably more--than you hate yourself. Sighing I held my head high, and stared into the mirror, applying a thick layer of red lipstick onto my pink lips. Tonight I was changing something, It didn't matter what it was going to be, but something needed to be changed about myself.

I needed to make a name for myself, I needed to make my parents angry...

   
    So they could finally notice me.

And I was going to do just that. I forced myself to smile. My green eyes lost all spark, they looked so dull, and lifeless. I ran my hand through my thick strawberry blonde hair, and decided on what hairstyle I was going to rock tonight.

Pulling my hair up in my hand, to see how it would look in a pony, I craned my neck and stared not satisfied. I shook my head and let it fall in waves down my back. Down It is, I only needed to run a comb through it to make it less messy and frizzy.

Leaning my head to the side I examined the thick layer of makeup I had caked on my face. I Bit my lip, picking up my makeup brush and dipping it into my brown almost gold eye shadow and applying it above my eyelids. I wanted to look hot, I wanted to shock every single person in Brookesvile.

I wanted to have boys crawling at my feet, girls begging to befriend me, and my parents to like me. Or better yet, I wanted them to hate me even more-if that was even possible. I brought up my hand and massaged my temples, closing my eyes slightly. I was so tired, but I couldn't back out. I already agreed to go to this party with my friends.

Only cool kids partied; and I was a cool kid. Well, I will be one soon. Walking out my bedroom bathroom, I lazily headed over to my closet and pulled out the most reviling dress I had. It couldn't have been mine, because I never ever wore things like this, it was probably Kaylie's; my best friend.

She was the girl I wanted to be like. She was my idol. Better yet she's my best friend. Kaylie had long dark blonde-almost brown straight hair and big sky blue eyes. She was a living Barbie. In our group she was the leader, the top it girl.

You'd think she was like all those cliché mean girls you'd see on Television but she wasn't. She's the most caring person you'll ever meet. Our group ranged between four girls. Kaylie, Emily, KP, and then me.

Emily was the next in line if you'd ask me. She was pretty, she had the most amazing skin ever, you know since she's Italian. One con about her was her IQ. The girl wasn't smart, so you'd have to explain things more then twice to her. KP was the blunt one, she had big curly black hair, and Carmel colored skin.