Needs of the Wants

Chapter One

I'm not sure where it began. I vaguely remember my first day of the horror awaiting me. I'll begin though where I see fit.

"Molly, would you mind telling me what exactly you're doing?"

I quickly glanced up and back down at my work. She knew what I was doing, why ask?

"Darling, you know it's not the time for this. You have to leave in less than twenty minutes and you must do your hair! Look at it!"

Groaning, I put down my pencils and trudged into the bathroom. Why didn't I accept mother's offer of being homeschooled when I had the chance?

Grabbing my curling wand, I plug it and look at my pale complexion in the mirror. I've never been one who stands out. My full brunette hair that stands out against my snow skin is lying heavily on my shoulders.

After I finish getting ready within fifteen minutes, I grab my bag over my shoulder and head out to my Ford Fusion. Placing my hands on the steering wheel, I gently press my forehead against it.

"You can do this, Molly. You can do this."