The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Five

Song of the chapter is Christina Aguleria's 'Stronger'

CHAPTER FIVE

I know what you're all thinking.
Mackenzie seems like head bitch so far so what exactly happened to make me change from the quiet sidekick to evil leader?
Two words: High School.

I started of middle school pretty much unknown to everyone, except for Mackenzie and her minions. Oh and Tyler. But since I was friends with Mackenzie, who was popular, I too became popular.
Being British also seemed to help.
What can I say? Americans love British accents.

Something that I found strange initially was the fact that the guys in the school seemed to like me; they thought I was "pretty". For me, this was an incredibly big thing. In London, I was no one important – I was the definition of a wallflower. Nobody cared about me, nobody liked me. I was just 'Khloe' the girl nobody gave two fucks about unless they needed my help.

I was pretty intelligent from a young age, complete 'brainbox' according to my primary school teacher. My reading level was higher than average from a while after I learnt to read. I think that some kids didn't like me as they struggled with the whole 'school' thing and I just seemed to breeze by. They probably resented that.
Nobody likes a nerd.

Over the summer between Middle School and High School, Mackenzie sort of let herself go. I guess that was understandable what with the whole court case against Lydia that was taking place. Lydia was in court and faced a long sentence for attempting to kill Michael Rivers and also for the apparent abuse of Mackenzie Rivers.

But, I mean she was the one who preached at me about maintaining this standard – like we were in the fucking 'Mean Girls' film. But then she was the one who started to get acne and put on weight. I guess we were both practically fourteen and that's the awkward teen phase but it was still weird for Mackenzie. Part of me always thought she would rather kill herself that put on weight or have any pimples. You may think I'm over exaggerating, but that was literally how Mackenzie worked.
She was always fucking crazy.

When we entered High School that fall, I was getting quite a lot of attention, and I wasn't really sure how to handle it. I was voted 'hottest girl' in our year group. It was really weird, especially considering my previous life as a wallflower. Although I think I adjusted to my new status as hottest and most popular girl well.
Probably too well.

Mackenzie seemed to shrink back from the attention, but the tables turned as she got to remain popular as she was friends with me. The majority of the girls that we had been friends with in Middle School turned on Mackenzie and tried to make me drop her from our group. My feelings toward Mackenzie still were tinged with guilt, so I stopped them from kicking her out. I felt like I had let her down with the whole 'step-mother abusing her thing' so I didn't want to turn on her.

As with popularity, comes power. Some people hated the fact that I had power and so created all these rumours about me being cruel and I was still relatively quiet and not a total bitch so they really got to me.

That's when I realised that being 'nice' gets you nowhere. People are always going to judge you so being nice to them wasn't going to change their opinion of me.

That's when I decided that if I couldn't change their view on me, then I would become worse than they expected.
I changed so dramatically that even my own 'friends' at the time were shocked. Those weaker than me were crushed and those who thought they could be better than me were knocked out of the park.