Precious

Bitch part 1

Hey.... so I know the last chapter left you with the question of who these people are.

Alexander doesn't make an appearance until Maneater... sorryy :(

WARNING: This is really detailed, but its absolutely necessary... lol so... yeah I hope you enjoy!

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A song by the Plasticines

I'm a bitch

When I paint my lips

I'm a bitch

When people look at me

I'm a bitch

In disguise

I'm a bitch

That never minds

I'm a bitch

Just realize

I'm a bitch

All the time

I'm a bi-itch

When I fall in love

I'm a bitch

When I give a kiss

I'm a bitch

In disguise

I'm a bitch

That never minds

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I look in the vanity mirror and see my beautiful self.

The first thing that catches my eye is how different I look now that my hair is back to its natural light brunette-color. Of course, its glossiness, healthiness, and pin-straight shape remain, regardless of time. Its shininess, under the fluorescent lights of the mirror, still compels me to touch it - so I do. I feel its silky texture for a moment, and push it behind my shoulder to let it fall to the small of my back.

I look back to my radiant reflection and let my eyes focus on its light, beautiful sea-green replication - they look almost cerulean under the bright slightly white light. On the edges of them are small, shiny, liquid drops of green that I ignore. My eyes are given shade by my long, black seductive eyelashes and as I blink I bite my lip and let my eyes continue their wandering.

I almost pass my naturally small nose, but it's one of my more adorable features so I stop and gaze there. My nose has a few freckles along it, as do my usually rosy-pink cheeks.

My eyes wander again and finally stop to analyze my small mouth and the pursed lips that cover my big, perfectly aligned bleach-white teeth.

I continue to stare at my reflection and watch myself frown as it occurs to me that something about me looks off. My lips look uncharacteristically parched and colorless. My heart rate picks up a bit at the mere thought that I could possibly not be as pretty as I once was, and I start shifting my face from side to side to check for other flaws. It is just as I feared. My face looks lifeless and pale too, even though I'm naturally a golden tan, thanks to the Miami sun.