September 1991, school, sex, drinking, drugs, being the new kid, parties, death, pregnancy scares, homophobia, STD's, sports, fashion, parents, fights, abuse, cheating, just some of the turbulent challenges any regular teen faces in the quiet New Ha...
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A/N: An Alice centric chapter. Don't forget to leave a comment!
Alice relaxed herself at her vanity table, fresh faced, hair tied back into a loose bun and wearing only her black lace underwear, preparing to put her face on for the day.
It was one of the only things she had for herself in her cramped two bedroom trailer, which she shared with her mother, younger sister Penny and her stepfather Pete.
Growing up in a lower working class capacity, she never had much, not as much as she'd like and it had always pushed her to strive for more in life and desire so much, but despite all of that, she always knew she was special, from a very young age in fact.
Her mother Alicia, who gave birth to her when she was no older than she was and narcissistically named her after her had always instilled in her how beautiful she was, especially as she acquired most of her looks from the woman herself, only resembling her absent father very little.
Alicia was admittedly more like an older sister to Alice than a mother, constantly using her daughter to live vicariously through, from pushing a young Alice into beauty pageants to encouraging her to take up modelling, all hopes and dreams Alicia unfortunately couldn't fulfill herself and had to let go of.
Much like any other girl her age, Alice was at times admittedly very self involved, always looking out for number one, always prioritising her looks above all and what she could get out of using them to her advantage. Every woman was guilty of doing it at some point, and unlike many girls and women she knew, she was much more upfront about it. She didn't see any shame in fluttering her lashes to get a head start.
Alice had built up a reputation as the good time bad girl from the wrong side of the tracks yet people often failed to see her beyond that, because beneath the make up, short skirts, cigarettes and perfect hair was so much more, not that she was ashamed of that part of her but she didn't particularly like being placed in a box.
She knew she was beautiful, always had been and it was her greatest weapon, especially against the opposite sex. She knew she could manipulate any man in her presence with a simple hair flip or the sway of her hips or an inviting seductive smirk, and it proved to be successful many times over.
Did it lead to assumptions about her and complete strangers making up their minds about her and seeing her as one thing? Of course it did, but that was their problem, and she didn't care, and never had. She was who she was and was unapologetic about it, and the way Alice saw it, she may as well benefit from their naivety and quick judgement.
A small and skinny hand reaching for the cosmetic brush on the table caught Alice's attention immediately, and without second guessing she smacked it away, almost like a reflex move, before continuing to apply her eyeliner. "Fuck off Penny." Alice hissed, continuing to apply her make up without giving her younger sister a second glance. It was times like this she prayed for her own bedroom.
