The Fantastic Ten

Should I make this a story? Officially?

Okay. I'm the guy who, beat someone up cause they stole my makeup. Yes. I'm that kind of guy.

Ugh, I'm so tired of wearing that title. 'There goes the crazy makeup guy!', and my personal favorite, 'there goes that f-got!'. That's my favorite, most favorite one I swear.

I sighed and wiped the foundation off my face, my towelette already looking like sand on a beach, no, dried sand on the desert floor. Everyday, my doors are locked and my windows are locked. I'm so freaking tired of, 'there's the one!' and, 'don't get to close to him, sweetie,'

I didn't think anybody did that anymore.

I go to Walmart, or the drug store with no makeup on, looking tore down, thrown away, in maybe a cream colored sweater and blue jeans. How does that make me a woman? How!?

I almost choked myself on my own breath as I got a flashback.

Ally, my crush for the first 5 years of my life, Allyson Bridgewaters, inching away from me on a subway. She better be glad I was stupid enough to like her, and to like her still. Plain white-a -- I meant donkey.

I've been trying not to cuss. I'm trying to clean my act.

I didn't even want to touch the rainbow effect I did on my forehead, I was too lazy and tired. I haven't eaten in a month, and, I used to be a bundle of sticks standing at 5'2, now I'm 5'6 and a... hm... what's thinner than a stick? Nothing, maybe. I should be dead, I know. You can see my ribs through my shirt. Duh. It's not killing anyone.

Darn Ally, that white cream skin, big brown eyes with long curly eyelashes and brown hair in those same, childish braids. At least I don't look like a kid, at least I'm not a useless, single-since-the-wound donkey hole like her.

I shivered, making the back of my neck feel weird. Why does that always happen?

Ally was always a dumb a-- donkey. I tried to get her back when we were thirteen, and she had all those reverse-harem men on her, twice her age.

"At least I'm not dumb! At least I know where my freaking ribs are!" I shot, thinking I had a good point.

She scoffed, all arrogantly. "Honey, we all know where your ribs are."

Darn it! That was so good!