Jezebel (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 6

Oh man, here she go again running her mouth. LOL Nah, but I just wanna say that I just checked my readers' stats and at 2066, I am very impressed that so many of you like this book. I definitely didn't think this book would get attention the way it has. I only just started and ideas are popping in my head left and right and making me scramble for a recorder or pen and paper. WOOOOOHOOOO!!! But before I start rambling, I just want to say: THANK YOU!

Let's show Watty Awards 2012 how we do it! I give the readers what they want! Powers to the readers and may I inspire all the great writers out there to do the same. Now I'm about to switch it up on you! ;-)

P.S: The picture on the side is Kiara (Selena Gomez).

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Chapter 6: Kiara's POV

I have never really like school. The getting up early every morning at 7 AM and dashing out of the house to get to the horribly crowded building of annoying teenagers just to get there on time at 8:30 AM just pisses me off alone.

It didn't even make sense to rush because I was always late anyway to my first period class of chemistry for one reason or the other and I would be just peachy until my asshole of a science teacher would begin to take his job so seriously. As if telling me that it was too late to come in to class with or without a late pass would get him a promotion or something. Like really, could you be any more of stuck up than that? I swear, he needs to get laid.

I'm not the type of girl everyone thinks I am and I'm not the one to complain. They think I'm shy and timid and could just walk all over me. No, that's my cover-up. I don't wear make-up here in this world. I don't style my hair fancy like celebrities to get attention from anyone or even go to parties and I must tell you this job is so lame.

"Kiara Summers needs...a...vacation." I muttered to myself.

"Where do you think you are going dressed like that?" a voice suddenly asked me, causing me to jump damn near out of my own skin as i sneaked through the living room with my cute little knapsack sliding off my shoulder.

"Shut up." I hissed at Kelvin with my hand on the front door's doorknob. "You didn't see anything."

"Kim is going to kill you if she catches you dressed like you're heading to the club in the middle of the day." My older brother shrugged as he went back into the dining room. He may have been the oldest out of the four of us, but it was Kim who ran things and made sure we had a roof to live under in this house...or so she thought.

Oh, yeah you're probably wondering who the fourth person is since I haven't mentioned them, but I will let you know that she is none other than my goody-two-shoes twin sister, Kayla. My complete opposite.

I looked down at my outfit, a very skimpy one at that, but I didn't care. I was feeling myself in my mini skirt that hugged my every curve between my waist and just below my butt cheeks, and my strapless belly top that fit like a band around my breasts. I was going to meet with my so-called boyfriend, Flames today no matter how much trouble I'd get into. You only live once.

"Y.O.L.O." I smiled sweetly at Kelvin and dashed down the street quickly as soon as I was out the front door.

Free at last! Oh, God almighty, I am free at last! I had a change of clothes for when I would return home anyway because Kim had taken my keys away the last time I had gotten into trouble for sneaking out a night to drink with some friends down the street from our two story building. To hell with being responsible and keeping a low profile and blah, blah, blah! When was I going to live my life the way I wanted to?