Homewrecker

Suprise | One

"I'm not going mother!" She screamed down the hallway. Her blood was boiling and she was in no mood for games.

"You're going. Get ready Camila, or else." Her 'perfect' mother replied.

"Or else what, bitch?" She challenged as her voice echoed throughout the long hallway.

"Don't try me little girl." Her mother glared, turning around to walk down the long staircase. Camila listened as her mothers heels clicked down the wooden stairs.

She let out a loud huff, turning around and slamming her bedroom door. She paced around her room, talking to herself in the process. She had two hours before they were supposed to leave, barely giving the teen time to get ready.

She came to her senses, giving into her mothers torture. Walking over to her closet Camila swung the door open, walking into the luxurious room which contained millions, probably billions, of dollars worth of clothes.

She looked though her dresses, pushing each one aside. Not satisfied she gave up, sitting down at her vanity. She played with her makeup brushes, losing track of time. She remembered how she would do her makeup for fun, not like she was doing anything or going anywhere. She realized how much of a waste all those times were, not only of her makeup but of her precious time.

She took a look in the mirror, tracing a finger along her freckles. Her black hair made her fair skin look even more pale. Her eyes, probably her best feature, were green with a hint of hazel in the center surrounding her pupil. Depending on her mood they varied from green to a dark, almost black, brown.

She smiled, thinking to herself. "I feel bad for all of the girls out there who aren't pretty. I wish I could help." Shaking her head she picked up her smashbox face primer, spreading the formula across her face. She chose a light coverage foundation so her freckles would be evident. She contoured, set, baked, bronzed, blended, highlighted, and basically drew on her face. Taking a mere 45 minutes to complete her masterpiece, she returned to her closet, rethinking the look, since her makeup was now complete.

She decided on a white dress that ended just below the knee. It hugged her body, complimenting her curvy, adolescent figure. There was a single slit on the left side that ran from the bottom of the dress to her hip. The top of the dress was simple, a plunging neckline with straps that sat on the sides of her arms with a pair of thin spaghetti straps for extra support.

You could see a fair amount of cleavage, which she obviously didn't care for. Yet she made sure to cover her nipples since she didn't bother to wear a bra, or underwear for that matter.

She looked through her shoes, trying to find a subtle brown pair with a hint of orange to match her eyeshadow. Finally finding a pair that matched she slipped them on, twisting the laces around her ankles and up her calves in a criss-cross pattern. She took one last look in the mirror, admiring her creation. Lining her lips she then lathered on a nude matte lipstick.

Ignoring her mothers calls she took her time re-curling her hair. She put it up into a high ponytail, gelling down her baby hairs. She stood, wiping her hands on a towel that was nearby.

She grabbed her fur capelet, slinging I over her shoulders. She turned off her lights, leaving her lava lamp on. Exiting her room she made her way to the staircase, but not before she grabbed her white clutch, placing her beloved iPhone 7 plus into its compartment. All of the house lights were off, making it difficult to see. Luckily, she knew the house like the back of her hand.

A pair of headlights blinded her as she opened the front door. She put her hand up, blocking the lights as she shut the door behind her. Her heels clicked as she walked down the stone steps.