Project Fat Suit

Twenty-Seven: Sexy, Not Scary

COC: Officially gone. (too many comments that make me happy now)

Instead, shout out to angellover36 and Moosika for making one shots. THough it hurts me to choose between the two awesomely written one shots. angellover36 is the official one shot contest winner. So, congrats.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Sexy, not Scary

“Ha, you think that I would like someone like you?” Uranus sneered, mocking me. “I have Holly who’s a million times better than you. Why would I want anyone else? Get out of my sight, you ugly hag!”

Tears flew out of my eyes at the scene before me. I should have never told him about my little crush.

“Uranus, I thought you were so sweet. What happened?” I whimpered helplessly as I stared at Uranus, who was now holding an evil grin.

“What? All that crap about you being a good person and shit? Yeah, I did that to get a little side-attention from another lady, but I guess you took it the wrong way.”

“I should have never—”

“Get out of here, you witch lady! I never liked you!” Sam came out of nowhere and started to come towards me with balled-up fists.

“Sam, why?” I cried, confused as to why these two were doing this to me.

Suddenly all I could see around me was darkness. I wasn’t falling. I was just standing in the dark with nothing around me.

“Because you’re a liar,” a deep voice said from somewhere above.

“Liar.”

“Liar.”

“Liar.”

“Liar.”

The voices of everyone I ever knew started to surround me, filling my ears with the word “liar”.

Then someone I didn’t expect emerged from the darkness.

“Serena Davidson, you are a disappointment to me. I can’t believe I raised a child like you. I can’t believe I raised a liar.”

I could only choked one thing as I fell to my knees in sorrow. “Mom?”

I woke up with a start, sweat beading down my throat. Breathing heavily, I kicked my sheets off of me. I looked to my side to see that it was 4:34 AM.

It was just a bad dream.

Tiredly, I fell back on my bed, but I didn’t go back to sleep. I was afraid of what else was lurking in my dreams.

I rolled to my side, thinking of what just happened. I saw my mother. She was standing there ahead of me with her blonde hair and green eyes, staring me down with hawk eyes. She no longer had the soft, mother-nurturing aura around her. And she called me . . . a liar, like everyone else.

I was a liar. I was a horrible, no good liar.

Thump.

The sudden bang on my window scared the living daylights out of me and sent me rolling off of my bed with a loud cry. I groaned and got back on my feet. Cautiously, I made my way to my window.

As I approached it, another object collided with the glass, making another thump sound. I flinched slightly, but I realized it wasn’t going to breakthrough and hit me or anything.

Standing by the side of the window, I slowly took a peek at what was being done to it. My eyes widened and whatever sleepiness I had drifted off when I saw Maria and Ryan standing there like idiots, chucking rocks at my window. Yup, there they were, their faces illuminated by the lamp post nearby.