Kylie Jenner: Fighting the 1800s

Chapter 1: Kylie and Her Demands

Kylie was sitting peacefully in her giant white closet inside of her enormous glam room, combing one of her pin-straight wigs in her lap. She loved the mint colored wig so much. She felt beautiful in it. She felt special wearing it. It was her favourite wig of all time.

"Oh, no," she said and picked up a loose strand of hair that had fallen on the floor. She kept it pressed between her thumb and index finger. Did she brush too hard? Was the wig thinning out? The possibilities were endless.

She should wear it once more, in case it would be the last time and take a selfie to memorate her precious false hair.

Putting the brush down, she lifted the wig off the mannequin head and fitted it on her head.

The feeling made her feel powerful. Like she was the most attractive human being on earth, beating her elderly sisters down in their boots by her incredible taste in fashion. Bitch, she was hot and she knew it!

Kylie laughed to herself like a maniac that had taken the control over the world.

"Sister Kylie?" a voice behind Kylie asked, making her shut up immediately. Kylie turned around and saw Kendall, one of her three - or was it four? - sisters staring down at her like some freak.

"No, my name is no longer Sister Kylie. By now you will all refer to me as King Kylie, the greatest King there will ever be!" Kylie raised her hands to illustrate the dominance she would inflict on this world.

Kendall crinkled her forehead and rolled her eyes. Kylie had eaten the Too Faced Chocolate Bar Palette again, hadn't she?

"Sister, you are not royalty. And you cannot be a king! That makes no sense!" Kendall said, tired of her sister's superficiality. She was a member of the Kardashian and Jenner family, whether she liked it or not, and everyone knew they had to split the throne of attention.

"So be it," Kylie said, turning away from Kendall. "My influence might not be strong enough for my own sisters or family, but to the world I am the king of Instagram-"

"No, that's Selena Gomez-"

"Shush!" Kylie interrupted Kendall's interrupting. "I rule every kind of social media - Twitter, Facebook, Instagram - and I know very well how to spread my message through hashtags and emojis. You know, the hands that look like they're praying, but it's actually two people high-fiveing... That emoji speaks to the people, you know."

"Kylie, stop talking bull and take off that stupid wig. Mom said Kim, Kourtney and Khloé are coming over for dinner. And so should you." Kendall was starting to lose her patience here. Kylie was speaking a load of crap, and she knew she was trippin' on something. Perhaps not the eye palette this time.

Kylie shook her head and scoffed. "The three sisters," she said hopelessly.

She hesitated, but gave up and peeled off the wig in one, long sigh.

"See you later, my child," Kylie said to the hair and put it back on the porcelain head before installing it on a small table together with her other wigs.

She never got to take that selfie, but that she could spare for tomorrow.

Kendall had already left when she turned back around, like she'd never been in here and invaded Kylie's grooming session at all.

Seriously! Couldn't she read?! There was literally a sign on her door screaming DO NOT DISTURB! which was made especially for Kendall and their mom, Kris.

What was even the point? They never listened anyways.

Kylie chewed on the inside of her cheek. It was time for a change. Right now.