The Precious Facade

Chapter One: Rest In Pieces

******* This is a rewrite of the Power Cycle. Everything is basically the same with maybe a few name changes and extra add ins and definately proof read. Enjoy ***

The Body. Precious thing the body is. Such a tease. When you first step onto this earth you're given on average a good 30 years of use with your body. Then like that it's taken away. No matter how hard you try or how many face creams or anti aging serums you use, when the  filthy creature known as age is ready.... It is ready. Such a shame that as soon as your life really starts heating up you body is taken away in such a flash. Looks. That's what it is all about after all. Your looks. No one really cares to know what is on your inside until they see your outsides. It's the first thing they see after all. Your looks. Not your personality. Face. Anyways without further interruption, let's get on with the story.

Once upon a time, in a time when beauty came with great responsibility and jumpsuits were a cardinal sin ,the Manhattan based private high-school known as Burmingham Private School housed what could be called the most trendy and chic fourteen to eighteen year olds all over New York. In this school housed none other than the beautiful, smart and shy Marolyn McDove. Like her name she was as pale as a dove with the smoothest skin ever known. Her long,raven hair complimented her soft, blue eyes. Many compared her to a living Snow White. But unfortunately for Marolyn not all fairy tales have a happy ending. Many fairy tales instead contained witches who seeked to destroy the princess.

These witches took the names of the infamous Amelia Laurayne, Victoria Allen and Margarette Laughlin. Amelia lead this troupe with a golden fist that helped to rule all of her sophomore year. She too was just as stunning as Marolyn. Her long blonde hair, hazel eyes and bronze skin made her a look alike Barbie doll. Not to mention those four odd years of braces really paid off as her drop-dead zzz gorgeous smile could snag her any boy she wanted in a heartbeat.

Victoria was the tweedle doom to our Amelia. She too was a beautiful girl, even more than Amelia but when one stood next to an ego as big as Miss.Laurayne's you were of course bound to be out shadowed. She wore dark chocolate gems for eyes, perfect dimples and a soft ebony complexion; acne free if you count the amount of Pro Active bottles in her bathroom you would know why. Her beautiful caramel waves decorated her shoulders gracefully.

Finally, last but certainly not least was our dear Margarette but everyone calls her Marg. She had a wild, ginger mane, green eyes and perfectly placed freckles. No one understood how but Marg was a massive boy magnet, it could of course be that one video that was suspiciously leaked of her and Brent Fletcher at the homecoming after party or to her apparel which cut WAY above the knee.

Why did this trio have such a vendetta against poor Marolyn? Well we can leave that one to Amelia.

She constantly was compared with Marolyn when it came to one simple thing. Beauty. She hated this. She had to be number one. Never on the same level.

Miss. Laurayne simply could not handle the fact that she had to constantly compete with this 'paper skinned, socially retarded, freak show' (In her words of course).

Thus the trio tormented her. When it wasn't tripping her up in the hall ways, it was accidentally spilling soda on her homework and making snarky remarks at her.

Unfortunately, this only fed Amelia's hatred for so long and she needed the ultimate revenge. So she plotted for days until a piece of information she heard gave her the perfect idea.

Marolyn and her bestfriend, Rebecca Harvester (or just Becky), were in the school's gym room dressing after swimming lessons.

"Mar, I was thinking maybe my mom could rent a pool and I could throw a pool party?" questioned Rebecca as she put her wet brown hair into a pony tail.