The Society Project.

Chapter 1- The Good and The Bad

(Lindsay'sPOV)

"Hurry up for goodness sake," My beloved sister was screeching from behind the bathroom door, "Why on earth do you take so long! Who the hell do you have to impress, oh that's right NO ONE! Now hurry your ass up!"

Such politeness, I turned to the door and opened it quickly; smiling bitterly at Alison, "Its all yours, SiSTD." I pushed Alison out of my way and made my way to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me; Why was I stuck with such an ignoramus for a sister, it would be impossible to tell that we were sister's but unfortunately we were born with the same face. Lucky me.

Dragging my fingers through my curly hair, I let out a sigh. Reaching for my bag and pulling out my glasses, I slid them on my face with as much effort i could muster; I didn't even really need them, it's just with Alison as a sister I'm prone to headaches. Looking down on myself I buttoned up my white blouse, pulled up my knee high socks and positioned my skirt so it was just above my knees. I was the definition of a nerd.

Laughing at my idiocy, I strolled out of my room picking up my bag and my navy blazer; throwing my bag over my shoulder. As soon as I reached the kitchen counter, Alison decided to grace us with her ladylike presence, "Oh great, can you look anymore of an outcast you dork?"

Breathe Lindsay Breathe, I told myself as I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail, "Can you look anymore like a lady of the night?" I raked my eyes over her 'outfit' as she liked to call it, it was our schools cheerleading uniform; it looked more like something from a porno, my eyes reached her face and I grimaced at her make up. She looked like something from Jersey shore, fake tan, piles of make up and extensions. Disgusting.

"Oh little bitch, got a mouth on her today has she?" Alison was glaring at me whilst painting her nails, a dark ruby red; the pungent smell of nail polish was in the air, "Try not to scare anyone today with your gargoyle-looking-face." I felt the urge to jump over the counter and rip her fake hair extensions from her vacant skull but, instead I decided to retort something equally nasty and disrespectful; something I'm sure will get her blood boiling.

"Okay, well try not to spread anything today. Running out of safe guys in our school," I plastered a sarcastic smile on my face and bit into my Apple, that satisfying crunch echoed which relaxed me.

Before Alison had a chance to say anything back, our dear sweet mother intervened, strolling in wearing her formal business attire, "Girls, Why can't you two get along? Is it that hard to be nice to each other?" She sighed whilst she applied a small amount of make up to her bare face, she was a business woman after all not some cashier.

"Yes, she is embarrassing to be seen with!" Alison began to blow on her nails, sending me a disgusted look; her eyes were full of childish venom, it was slightly entertaining.

"I could say the same for you, you Neanderthal!" I spat back, an equal amount of venom seeping through my lips. She stared at me, confusion on her face and I rolled my eyes at her oblivious expression. Idiot.

"Lindsay. Alison. Stop your bickering, you will be seniors in a matter of months. Act like it." Father, strolled through wearing an equally formal attire; he had the paper underneath his armpit and his blazer in his hand.