Karma is a bitch (STOPPED)

Chapter 1

Could dress up, to get love
But guess what?
I'm never gonna be that girl
Who's living in a Barbie world

Could wake up, in make up, and play dumb
Pretending that I need a boy
Who's gonna treat me like a toy

I know the other girlies wanna wear expensive things, and diamond rings
But I don't wanna be the puppet that you're playing on a string
This queen don't need a king. . .

I dance around my room carelessly . . . that is until I bump my little toe on the edge of my bed.

"Shit!" , I curse as I hop around looking like I'm doing some kind off weird voodoo ritual , holding onto my right foot I skip around my room. Since my room happens to be messy , clothes thrown onto my chair , cheesecake crumbles on a plate near my table , naked p. . . you get it , it was clearly obvious that I was going to trip over something.

Bump

And there it was I had fallen over my alarm clock that was on the floor?

Wait when did I position my alarm clock on the floor?

Oh , I remember I had thrown my clock on the floor this morning when it had woken me up , I mean who wakes up at 9 on Sundays , not me that's for sure.

Unfortunately it had not stopped ringing until I had thrown my only weapon at it. And may you ask what my weapon was? It was my pink glow stick . . . . yeahhh I wasn't proud of that either but hey if a rapist ever broke into my house I could choke him with it?

RING

The doorbell rings.

And that my friends could be a rapist. Groaning I stand up , grabbing my pink glow stick and creeping down stairs , I wouldn't usually act like this , since usually my parents were home but they had ditched me this morning to go shopping with my older brother , Alex . . . kinda my fault since I had threatened to rip his balls out and force feed it to him , if he ever thought of waking me up before 10 on Sundays or on any other days for that matter. . .

Flinging the door enough for my arm to fit through , I throw my glow stick at who ever rang the bell.

"What's wrong with you , Jesus Lexi?!" , I here a cry escape the rapist. That voice sounds familiar.

Wait how the heck does the rapist know my name? OMG , what if he's a stalker to?

I poke my head out the door , to see Mickey unconscious on the floor with a glow stick mark on her forehead while my other to best friends Ash and Katherine crowd around her.

Oh that's going to leave a bruise.

And you heard me right , YES her names Mickey . . . poor child . . .

I shake away my thoughts and wave happily at my best friends at they glare at me.

"Hello my dear children!"

They don't even blink at my greeting already knowing I was crazy.

I turn to Katherine , her eyes are red and puffy , with tear stains on her cheek.

"Oh what happened Kat?" , I ask her as I usher them into my house , leading them to my living room.

I'm forgetting something.

Katherine sits down on the couch as I draw circles on her back as Ash drags in Mickey who still looks to be out cold . . . .

Oh that's what I forgot , hehe . . . . whoops.

"Thanks for your help Lexi" , Ash growls , glaring at me.

If looks could kill . . . . I would be 6 feet under the ground.

"No problem" , I reply cheerfully , still rubbing soothing circles on Katherine's back.

"Can I kill her?" , Ash begs.

Kat shakes her head , wiping away stray tears.

"What happened?" , I ask , sitting on the couch next to unconscious Mickey , while stopping , drawing circles on Kats back .

"Ace fucking Knight that's what happened!" , replies Ash as Kat breaks into another fit of tears. My smile drops as I tighten my fist.

"He did it , didn't he?" , I ask my voice cold and emotionless , however inside I was breaking down.

Kat loved Ace , yeah he was a player but he treated Kat like she was a princess , no one would think he would break her heart . . . especially after she had finally told him , that she loved him . . . he would never cheat on her , would he?

Ash nodded and Kats sobs got louder.

I look up , my usual crazy replaced by a cold exterior . . .

"He's going to pay" , I reply my voice eerily calm , I chuckle lightly as my friends share a knowing look.

"Lets see how he feels when he feels ten times as helpless as you do . . . " I whisper barely being heard.

"After all Karma is a bitch"