FRAPES OF WRATH
MACKENZIE - USA
Brianna Wade's facebook page popped up onto the screen of my new i pad, her perfectly glossed lips smiling sweetly out from her profile pic. I moved my index finger to 'status' and began to type.
'I am a fat, ugly slag and my mom is a whore for money.'
I clicked 'post', smiled and sat back admiring my work as the giggles grew louder behind me.
"O...M...G! Mackenzie, that is so funny!" Angelina cackled, doubling up with laughter. "You 'fraped' her! Everyone's totally gonna think she wrote it herself! how did you get hold of her facebook password?"
I swivelled round in my dressing table chair and watched as my two 'bitches' Angelina Paris and Leah Dunn rolled around on the plush velvet cushions of my king sized four poster bed. I guess I should really refer to the two of them as my 'friends' but since I don't really need or want friends, especially not these two losers, that would be a big,fat lie. However, as they were good to use in order to get whatever I wanted, I played along with the whole 'buddy' thing.
Angelina was a thick, blonde bimbo who irritated the hell out of me, she had a bird's nest for a brain and her entire topic of conversation consisted of boys, diets and clothes. Leah was also pretty thick, she was chunky and plain but she was a bruiser and everyone was generally scared of her ever since she'd knocked Jenna Rollins two front teeth out following a comment she'd made about me in gym once. I also suspected that Leah was a lesbian who just hadn't come out yet and I was pretty certain she was totally in love with me which made her useful to have around as a bodyguard so I tolerated her.
Both girls hung on every word I said. It was generally accepted that I was the most attractive girl in senior year at my high school with one the richest families in the whole of Beverley Hills which put me right at the top of the food chain. Angelina and Leah worshipped the ground I walked on because basically being a friend of mine earned them maximum respect at school.
Annoyance began to build up in me as the two girls clutched their sides with laughter in an exaggerated show of appreciation for my facebook comment. They reminded me of little lap dogs, doing whatever they could to earn my approval.
"GET OFF MY GOD DAMN BED!" I snarled. They jumped up in an instant looking shocked which made me smirk. Leah began smoothing my duvet over and rearranging the cushions in a fluster.
I continued calmly, swinging smugly from side to side in my huge white cocoon swivel chair. "I got the password off Zac Parker. He broke up with Brianna Wade yesterday after I told him she'd had sex with Luke Reinhart. Zac wanted to get his revenge on her so I said 'Why don't you give me her facebook password and I'll do it for you?' So he did."
Angelina's mouth fell open in surprise. "Brianna Wade slept with Luke Reinhart?"
"No. God you're so thick," I glared at her. "I told him that because I wanted to ruin her life. And it worked, so that's cool."
There was a moment of silence as I watched them both, open mouthed, trying to process the information. Suddenly a light bulb went on in Angelina's head and she nodded knowingly. "Ah, I get it. You wanted to ruin her life because she's pretty right?"
I reclined in my chair and spoke through the gritted teeth of the sweetest fake smile I could muster. "You're such a waste of space Angelina Paris, why are you even alive? Your Mom and Dad should have drowned you at birth."
Her face distorted in despair and she looked like she was going to cry. I liked making people cry, it gave me a buzz, I hated weak people and I got a kind of sick pleasure from breaking them.
I continued in an exaggerated patronising tone. "No Angelina. I wanted to ruin her life because I was planning on getting with Zac and she knew that but she still went ahead and dated him. And now she's going to suffer for it.
Leah looked over at Angelina and noticed that her bottom lip was wobbling as a reaction to my comment. She picked up a packet of potato chips and thrust them under Angelina's nose to create a distraction. She knew all too well when Angelina was about to cry. She'd seen me reduce her to tears enough times.
Angelina looked down at the packet, dipped her hand in timidly and pulled out a chip, munching on it pathetically, her mouth still downturned and ugly looking. Leah loped over to me and offered me the packet.
"How many calories do I limit myself to per day?" I asked, looking up at her lumpy figure. She looked nervous.
"Um...700? She stuttered. It's 700 isn't it?"
"650" I corrected. "Do you know how many calories there are in one potato chip?
She frowned hard, desperately searching for the correct answer. "Um...2?"
"10.5. The fact that you think there are 2 calories in a potato chip probably explains why you have the fattest thunder thighs in the entire school. What do you weigh now? No wait, I don't want to know. Oh that reminds me!" I chirped, jumping up out of my chair and running my hands down my slim frame in front of the full length mirror. "I'm thinking of having a boob job!"
I could see Leah in the reflection of the mirror as she retreated quickly back onto the bed and crossed her arms over her belly like she was hugging an imaginary comfort blanket.
Angelina clapped her hands together, happy to change the subject. "That's a great idea Kenzie!"
"Why?" I said, pivoting around to face her and glaring at her accusingly. "Are you saying I need one? That my boobs are saggy?"
"No! God No!" She piped up desperately. "You have the best boobs! Doesn't she Leah?"
Leah nodded, still hugging herself protectively with her crossed arms. "You do Kenz."
"Well you should know, you spend enough time looking at them!" I laughed out loud at my joke and when I noticed no-one was joining in, my face turn in an instant to anger "Oh my God! It was a joke! Laugh for God's sake!" They forced a half-hearted laugh and I smiled, turning back to the mirror.
"My step mom is having an affair with one of the top cosmetic surgeons in Beverley Hills which means I'll get special treatment and get to the front of the queue. I thought I might just go two cup sizes bigger but I need to find out how much heavier it would make me weigh. If it's loads then I won't do it."
Angelina looked concerned. "Your Step Mom's having an affair? What does your Dad think about that?"
"He couldn't be happier. In fact I think he was planning on throwing a party to celebrate," I breezed sarcastically. Are you stupid? He doesn't know about it does he? That's why it's called an affair."
I leaned into the mirror and squeezed my boobs together making the perfect cleavage. "And anyhow, I know for a fact that my Dad is sleeping with some fashion model over in New York. He hardly ever comes home now, he should just kick that evil bitch and her 'spawn of the devil' son out of our house and be done with it but he seems to think I need some kind of a Mother after Mom died. He thinks she's looking after me."
"But she hates you Kenzie." Leah said with authentic concern.
"I know. But she's got her claws in him and her feet firmly under the table now hasn't she? I can promise you this though," I said, staring long and hard at my reflection, pure determination etched over my face, "She and Daniel will get their hands on my Dad's money over my dead body."
"Is Daniel still in Europe?" Angelina asked. I shuddered suddenly as if a cold draft had hit me and headed over to my dressing table. "He's back tomorrow."
"Daniel's gorgeous." Angelina said in a dreamy voice."
"Stay away from him." I warned before she could finish. I shot a warning glance at her. "He's trouble."
"Sorry. I know he's your step-brother Kenzie but I just think he's..."
"I said stay away from him," I repeated threateningly, turning and staring her straight in the eye until she shrank away from my gaze. There was an uncomfortable pause while the two of them tried to process the strange atmosphere that had suddenly fallen over the room.
"Anyway," I said chirpily, relieved to break the tension. "We need talk about the 'Bring Me To 1D competition. Now that I'm through to the finals of the beauty pageant, we need to discuss how I'm going to win it and get my Go1Den ticket."
"Oh my God! Yes!" Angelina whooped. "You should wear your sequinned Vera Wang dress; you've got a great chance of winning if you wear that."
I pulled a face. "I know I do. But I'm not leaving it to chance. I have to win this competition and I will win it. And I think I might just have the perfect plan...." I looked up at the poster of One Direction, hung on the door of my walk in wardrobe. I gazed at it intently, drifting off into my own little world. "And when I win it, I'm going to New York and I'm going to bag Harry Styles and we are going to become the next big celebrity couple. Everyone will ship us and we'll become 'Macarry'. Then I'll be on the cover of every magazine in the world."
"But I thought you wanted to get with Zac Parker?" Angelina squeaked pathetically, pulling me out of my daydream and interrupting my train of thought.
"And?" I snapped. "Zac's small-fry. I'll use him for the time being then I'll dump him, he can go crawling back to his mouse of a girlfriend for all I care. I have my sights set on bigger things than Zac Parker. I'm going to be famous and I will trample on anyone who gets in my way." I caught the look of awe of the girl’s faces out of the corner of my eye and I smiled to myself.
"I have the whole thing planned out.....Harry Styles is mine."
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