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Chapter 2- Faker Than a Prada Handbag

Chapter 2- Faker Than a Prada Handbag
Chapter's song- Everything I'm Not, The Veronica's

"You deserve love, and you will get it"

Matilda
"Dylan O'Brien please come on to the stage" the announcer speaks through the microphone. As Dylan walks onto the stage girls scream and shout. Including me.

Dylan's walk is so angelic. Every time his foot hits the ground clouds form. So heaven like. His legs are any woman's dream. They look so muscular and manly. I can make out his toned body from underneath that white shirt that he is wearing. The shirt tugs at all the right places. I would do anything to grab that shirt and rip it right off.
Then there is the face, oh the face. The smile, the jaw, the eyes.
I stare into them. They stare into me. And then he grabs the microphone and yells, I love you....

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Groaning awfully loudly, I smash my hand onto the stupid alarm clock that has just woken me from my slumber. Why is it that when my dream finally reaches the good part the stupid alarm clock goes off?

I open my eyes slightly, but the sun streams through the curtains making me flinch from the sudden light.
"Stupid alarm clock, stupid sun, stupid school, stupid, amazing looking Dylan O'Brien and that amazing dream" I mumble into my pillow.
Life is so damn hard sometimes.

I pull the covers off of my body and slip into my cute, pink bunny slippers that were sitting beside my quite large, king sized bed and walk unsteadily towards the bathroom door.

I open the door and one look in the mirror is enough to make a baby cry. I look like an actual cave woman.

Literally. My hair is all over the place.

I grab the ends of my hair and pull.
"Why, why, whyyyy!"

It's times like these you really need to thank the guy who invented the shower and the hairbrush. God bless your heart and soul.

I strip off my pyjamas and find myself underneath hot steaming water in only a matter of seconds.

I don't know about you but right now this shower is giving me more pleasure than sex would. No, I'm not a virgin. That went like everything else did a long time ago. I know right, pathetic. I gave away the one innocent thing I had left. Just because everyone else was doing it, I did it as well. As I said, I had to do anything and everything to fit in.

I quickly wash myself and hop out of the shower. I wrap myself into my blue cotton towel and exit the bathroom.

My household includes my perfect mother, my over protective father who is never home because of work and myself.  A few years ago, my older brother Reece passed away in a car accident.
His room is placed next to mine but no one in the family goes in there. We haven't been in there since we found out he was gone. My mother and father never talk about his death or the accident. They don't want to bring back unwanted memories. It's upsetting because they have put him in the past and moved on. He should never be forgotten, he should always be remembered.

Reece was one of the jocks at Delroy High. The girls adored him and his ego was definitely higher than a giraffes neck. He was a jerk, a player. But I loved him and he was the best brother I could ever ask for. He was always happy and he was there for me at when I needed him. He promised that he would always protect me.
But he was taken from me.
If only I had never let him drive me home from that party.
He was drunk, too drunk to drive. But I let him anyway. I should of pushed him to get out of the driver's seat.
It's all my fault and I live with the guilt of his death every single day and I will for the rest of my life. That's why my parents never talk about the accident, because when Reece died, a huge part of our family died as well.

My parents don't let on that they blame me but I know inside that it is my fault. Ever since Reece passed away our family has never been the same. Dad started going to work more often, Mom always slept and I just simply pretended like nothing happened. I have hidden my grief and guilt ever since.

I walk into my walk in wardrobe. This wardrobe is any girls dream let me assure you. On the right hand side of the wardrobe you find the four rows of shoes on the wall. From high heels, to Nike runners to even my fluffy, purple slippers. All the shoes you could imagine.
On the left side I have my collection of handbags. From Prada to Chanel to even Hilde Pallidino. You name the brand and I've got it. Last but not least my outfits. Now this is my favourite part of my wardrobe.
I run towards the back of my wardrobe, clapping my hands in excitement like a lunatic.
The back is full of my favourite dresses, skirts, shorts, jeans and tees. Since it's still currently winter in California I go for my black skinny jeans, black tee and my famous leather jacket. I now pair it all with my cheetah printed ankle boots with a slight heel. I look through my handbags and decide on my tan tote handbag. For my makeup I go for simple yet cute look. I apply my eyes with some mascara and a bit of eye liner, I add some lip gloss and I'm all done.
With a lasting spray of my Chanel perfume I go out of my wardrobe. I decide to just leave my hair down today. I can't be bothered with finding a hair tie anyway.

With my outfit all sorted and one last deep breath, I'm walking out of my room and walking down the stairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I find my mother dearest cooking up some blueberry pancakes.

"Smells so good mom, please tell me it's blueberry" I say inhaling the scent around me.
My mom turns around and smiles.
"Only for my favourite daughter" she says sliding one of her perfectly cooked pancakes onto the plate and towards me . She drapes some maple syrup across the delicious looking pancake.
I think I may have dribbled. It looks that good.
"Thanks mom, but I'm the only daughter you have" I wink and nod my head as a sign on thanks for the pancakes she has just made me. She smiles and signals me to sit down.
I place my bag onto the chair beside me and take a seat.
I sigh in content as I take my first mouthful of the pancake.
Yum. I devour the pancake in less than a minute.
Realising that it must be time to head to school, I quickly grab my tote bag, wash my plate and sit the plate in the drying rack.
I walk back over to mom and kiss her cheek "I'll see you later, thanks again for breakfast".
While I walk out the door I only hear my mothers words "Have a great day".

Phew, that's one of the only breakfasts in a long time that wasn't awkward. That's gotta be a good sign for today.
I walk towards my beautiful white convertible and hop inside. I turn on the car and automatically my favourite song comes on.
Russian Roulette by my Queen Rihanna. Hey, today has got to be my day.
I turn out of my driveway and drive towards the hell hole of a school Delroy High.
Time for another day of reading text books, hanging with my 'friends' and being popular.
What ever could go wrong ?

Should someone just come and kill me now?

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Here is Matilda's outfit for school today.

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