*Authors' Note: Hey guys - I'm new here, so this is my first story ever. I think I rushed it a little too much, but I hope your feedback will help me get better with each story. Please forgive the possible grammar and spelling mistakes I may have missed. Enjoy!*
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No one would think I would ever land a real man - they always believed I would just be that nerdy girl in the back of all her sexy friends who gets the leftovers of the crappy boys for the rest of her life, but that was until I hit senior year in my high school. That year changed me into a woman no one would ever have guessed was in me.
It was the first day of school and everyone was walking around - running to their friends and pretending that they haven't seen each other for years when, really, they were all too drunk the entire summer to remember who was where at what time. I was sitting in my car, nervous as hell because the night before I had an epiphany: I was no longer going to be in the backlight of my popular friends. I was finally going to leave this hell hole with people still remembering me 10 years from now. At least I hoped I would.
At the moment I was staring at the long line of new and gorgeous cars trying to find a parking space in the crazed parking lot infront of the school. I tapped my fingers against my thighs anxiously as I waited to grab some self-confidence before actually going through with this. It was so out of my element that I was shaking with fear of what everyone would say.
I took a deep breath, telling myself over and over that I need this. If people didn't like what they see, they always had the will power to look away... Or I would hope so.
I grabbed my backpack, took one last big breath and slowly stepped out of my car, shyly glancing around. Once I realized no one was paying attention, I let relief sweep over me. As I started walking towards the school, I was silently praying I wouldn't trip over my heels that I had no idea how to walk in really.
My friends were all huddled in one big group by the doors when they noticed me. At first they looked a little confused until they realized it was me. Andrea screamed with delight and dropped her purse, running over and hugging me. I gladly hugged back, trying to hide in the warmth, away from the stares her scream caused. All in all I was happy to see them though. When Andrea pulled away, she gave me one long look from my head to my toes.
"Good God, Willow. When were you going to tell me that you decided to become the next sex goddess of Showa High?" Andrea asked, her hands on her hips and a little smirk popping up at my blush.
"Shut up. I just wanted to try something new." I replied softly, looking at the ground.
By now all my friends were around me, hugging me and whistling at my new look, asking what got me to do it after years of them trying to convince me to do just this. Sally, Luna, and Maria all slapped my ass jokingly and talked like men rather successfully. I kept everything simple and short, still trying to adapt to this new world.
"If it's any help - I'd totally bang you." Andrea said rather loudly as a group of boys passed by, causing me to hit her and hide my face in her hair.
"What? Baby, you've got it all and then some. Seriously, I'm proud you did this."
"Then why do I feel so weird?" I asked, still hiding.
"Why wouldn't you feel weird? This is so new for you! It's gonna take us some time to get use to it too." Maria commented, rubbing my back.
"Does my Willow Baby need a bottle and a blankey?" Sally joked.
I laughed at her sucking her thumb and rolling her eyes. I pinched her and we all started heading into the school with Sally actually holding my hand. When I noticed some guys checking us out - and I mean US not just my friends - I smiled and turned my attention back to Luna's latest story. It probably would help if I told you all how I looked compared to before, huh? Well, before I had dull, flat brown hair. Acne everywhere. Horrible sense of clothing and glasses so round and big people could have mistaken me for an anime character.
Over the summer I took better care of myself; I worked out everyday, ate healthy. I washed my face every night. I learned tricks for my hair and how to take better care of the roots. I spent 2 weeks with my Aunt Shassa who owned her own fashion clothing store and guided me to a sexy new look. And bam! I finally got to put it all to good use. I never thought I would use it all for school.
On this first day I had tried a mini skirt with a tank top and heels until I realized I wanted to give off the vibe that I'm beautiful, not trashy. So I changed into a yellow summer dress with white heels and since I rarely had ever wore my hair in curls, I did just that too. So I felt pretty beautiful and as I catched people checking me out, it made everything that much better.
'Today is going to be a good one.' I thought to myself and it was. Until I got home.
"So, what caused you to dress up like you're going to church?" my mother asked, loading up on Everclear again. I sighed as I took off my shoes and went to the kitchen to grab a bowl of grapes and sat down at the table, reading the romance book I always dwelled in.
"I wanted to try a new look." I replied, popping a grape into my mouth.
"Oh, so did anyone make fun of you?"
"No. People thought I was actually pretty."
"Oh, so no one made a comment on how you look like a 12-year-old selling cookies?" She laughed at her own joke.
"No, mother, I can't recall anyone commenting on that."
"What's with you today? Acting all prissy." Awesome. She was getting mad.
"I'm sorry."
"You should be." and that was that. I went back to reading and she went back to being a drunk.
Then my hideous step-father got home from work an hour later. I was in my room, writing in my journal - trying to finish the story I had started a month ago and Mom was in the living room, passed out. I heard his loud footsteps walk into the kitchen, pause and then lead into where she was.
"Willow, get your ass in here and help me out with this thing." He yelled out to me.
I took a breath and set down my pencil, walking out to where he had Mom's arm around his shoulder and motioned me to grab her other side. When I raised her arm, I saw the tip of a bruise peeking from behind her white shirt. I said nothing as we lead her to the bedroom and as I tried to be gentle, he just threw her down, causing her limp hand to hit the back of my headd.
"Damnit, Jorge!" I whined, rubbing my head.
"Oh shut up. It didn't hurt you." He glared at me as I left the room and went to the couch, grabbing the empty bottle. He was standing by the doorframe, arms folded and eyeing me up and down. I felt violated.
"So, what's with the outfit?" He asked lowly as I threw away the bottle and turned to leave.
When I passed him with no reply to give, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him. I winced, but kept silent as I let him pull me.
"I asked a question."
