Twins With the Queen Bee

Chapter 14: Too Far

Day one of being a bitch, I wonder how that's going to go. What kind of bitch do I want to be? Slut? Sarcastic? Not caring? Just plain mean to everyone because it's fun? Ooh I like the last one.

Now what kind of mean do I want to be? Rumors? Physical fights? Verbal fights? Maybe lets just start off with rumors for today with a little bit of comments to make people feel down.

Is this what Bethany does every day?

There's a little pit in my stomach thinking of me actually being mean to innocent people but my mind keeps brushing it off. It's what they expect isn't it? Time to give the people what they expect.

My closet is huge but it doesn't have much for tight clothes other than skinny jeans. Which is why I have to dig through to the back of my closet where there might be something I've acquired sometime in the last few years that I could use. It takes awhile but I find a tight black crop top with a lace pattern in the back, fit with a ripped pair of skinny jeans and black stilettos boots that I've only worn once. Next I cover my face with layers upon layers of makeup and go to breakfast.

Suzie is in the hall and when she sees me she stops and stares at me in shock. "Hey...Miss Miles," she says hesitantly.

"Morning," I tell her before walking down our gigantic staircase. Next will be my parents reaction. They're surprised.

"Elizabeth dear..." my mother starts off, "...good morning. New look?"

"Yeah," I respond as I sit down at my spot, "figured I needed to try something new." I look to my father whom doesn't look too happy. "Reporters are going to need something to distract them from the act of uncivilization." That comment makes him scoff. Soon enough Bethany joins us. She smiles at me.

"Finally giving in to your true identity?" She asks with too much pep in her voice as she looks me up and down.

"Bethany," my father warns. She turns her head towards him.

"Sorry Daddy." She walks over to her spot with a skip in her step. "Just observing things."

"I'm surprised you know that word," I say after a scoff. There's a glare in Bethany's eye for only a millisecond before it's replaced by an evil smirk.

"I'm surprised you have a figure at all after years of looser tops." That comment just makes me roll my eyes. Like I care about if people see my figure or not. Just look at Bethany, I'm literally the same person appearance-wise.

"Would you two cut it out!" My mother almost yells. Her head continuously turns from me to Bethany. "You two have gotten along well enough for the past few years! What happened now that you must disrupt a nice family breakfast?"

"Nothing," we say in unison, leaning back in our chairs and staring from our mother to each other with little and subtle smirks on both of our lips.

"What Mother? Sisters can't have small sisterly fights once in awhile?" Bethany openly wonders.

"Yeah exactly. Is something wrong with that?" I ask, agreeing to Bethany's question.

"Not at the dinner table," she says in a very motherly voice. After that statement silence falls around us.

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"Wow Bethany I didn't know you were in this class," says one of the many assholes that are on the football team. He sits down beside me, taking the very shy Emily's seat.