stars ; j.s.

14

V I O L E T

I tried to keep my mind off of my pain with the only distraction that could suffice. With a heavy heart, I carried myself over to my beloved window seat. The moon was full once again, illuminating the sky enough to put a glimmer into my eyes. I searched the stars for answers that night.

As usual, my one moment of peace always has to be completely twisted into its opposite. Bree came barging in, enough to make an apparent entrance as usual.

"I bring good news." She smiled. "Turns out, I got exactly what I wanted and now I am finally out of this dump."

"What do you mean?" I pondered, yet silently holding in an abundance of excitement at the thought of her overdue departure.

"Jacob was exactly what I needed to get myself to the top. Now that he's gone, I don't have to pretend like I was into that little pest."

My jaw quite literally fell out of its socket in shock. "You didn't."

"Oh, but I did." Bree scoffed. "You should feel honored to be talking to your celebrity sister. I think it's finally time you realize that all along I was the princess. Maybe you weren't my evil step sister, but you sure are an ugly one."

Slowly but surely, I stood up from my seat, doing everything in my power to keep myself from socking her in her pretty little face.

"Oh look, is the ugly duckling getting angry?" She taunted, laughing to herself. "Go ahead, defend your little frog prince. See if I care."

I stepped closer and closer to her, being sure to keep my hands at my sides. "How do you live with yourself? How are you okay with leading people on just to use them?"

"It doesn't bother me because people always fall for it without my help. Beauty talks you know." Bree said, sporting a devilish grin on her face. "I'm not even sure why we're having this conversation. It's not like Jacob would ever fall for you anyway because clearly you got the ugly trait from your mother."

"Get out." I muttered.

"Oh, little Violet, you can't tell me what to do."

My breathing grew heavier and heavier with my anger. "I said get out! Never come back here!" I yelled.

"But-"

"I swear I will tell my father what you just said and have him drag you out of here. Get out." My voice grew louder and louder.

She finally grabbed her pink suitcases and strutted off and out of my life forever, but not before turning around to flip me off one last time. I was finally free. And for one single moment, I had forgotten the distress I had been in. Now, it was just me, my father, and the spirit of my mother alone at last. The only thing left to cure my pain was Jacob's return, though I knew he would never come back for a girl like me.