Beauty And The Beast (HIATUS)

Ch1

   It's a beautiful morning in Malibu, CA. It was going on 10am when I woke up to my sister pounding on the door. I groan and stumble out of bed. I open the door and glare at an annoyed Paige.

"It's about time you answered! Mum and Dad called and wanna take us out for donuts today!" she said.

"Good to know, but you didn't have to bang on my fucking door like an animal. I was having a peaceful sleep!" I snap.

"Well, too bad. Deal with it. Now hurry the hell up and get ready before I leave without you!" she snaps back, storming away.

   I roll my eyes and slam the door. Why did mum and dad do this to me? What did I do to deserve to live with her? I mean the townhome is super snazzy and all. It's BEACH front, plus its 2 stories! Downstairs is the kitchen, living/dining room area, tv room, and a 2 car garage with a washer and dryer. Upstairs is basically just our rooms w/ bathrooms inside and our own walk in closets, a tiny hallway separating our rooms, and my very own music room where I keep all my 6 instruments. We have a decent sized  fenced backyard, a small screened in patio, and a jacuzzi! Yes, we're spoiled, deal. At least I actually appreciate everything -_- Just, why? WHY do I have to share this with HER!? Not to mention she sings NON STOP! I often end up hanging out with Maddie and Mia because I can't bear her beastly singing for too long; and I don't mean beastly as in "Her voice is BEAST!" She really does sound like a dying animal.

   Anyways, I layed out what I was gonna wear for today. Ripped white skinny jeans, a black BVB tank top with nothing but lace as the back, all black high top converse, and my usual accessories (14 in. tapers, band bracelets, hello kitty necklace) I headed to my bathroom and took a quick 15 minute shower. I get out and towel/blow dry my hair. I straightened my long naturally bleach blonde hair, and made my bang do a swoop so it was out of my face. My hair came just under my breasts, and I had a slight fringe bang that covered half of my right eye. I planned on dying my hair soon anyways, since I hate blonde. It makes me look like a spitting image of my sister, and it makes me feel like those typical, bitchy dumb barbie dolls you see in movies (no offence).

   After I finished my hair, I slipped on my clothes and accessories then proceeded to do my make up. I put a decent coat of black eyeliner on my bottom lids, huge coats of mascara, and a decent amount of shimmery black eyeshadow to make my blue eyes pop. Thats pretty much all I'll ever wear. I don't wear much makeup since it isn't really good for you, but PAIGE on the other hand...I was finally done, so I grabbed my skull clutch purse and headed downstairs. I hated purses...I think only clutches are necessary. All I carry in the damn things are tampons, my usual makeup, my phone, my ipod and my wallet. As you can tell, I'm not much of a girly girl. Don't let my bleach blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and soft voice fool you.

"PAIGE! HURRY THE FUCK UP! FIRST YOU TELL ME TO HURRY UP, AND NOW YOU'RE THE ONE HOLDING US UP!" I yell from downstairs.

"Hold you horses god dammit! I'm right here!" she said, coming from downstairs.

   She was wearing daisy dukes, a purple off the shoulder shirt, flip flops, and some accessories. Her makeup was also over the top. She had on foundation, mascara, raccoon status eyeliner, a shit ton of gold eyeshadow, and a tiny bit of pink blush. It was still pretty noticeable though. All I can do is shake my head at her...She shouldn't be over doing herself like that, but it's her life. If thats what she feels she needs to do for confidence, then so be it. She DID have enough of an ego as it was though...

"Are you coming or NOT?" Paige snapped, glaring at me.

"Oh!? Yeah, duh!" I say, quickly shaking from zoning out.

"Freak..." she muttered as we headed towards her car.

"Whore." I muttered as a comeback.

   She just glared at me again while I was smirking. After 30 minutes of silence, we finally pulled into the driveway of Randy's Donuts. How I LOVED this place! We used to go here every weekend when I was a kid. Good times. We went inside and were greeted by hugs from mum and dad.