Undeniable Prologue
A new story about a girl who just couldn't help it. Even if she want too.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked the person with the bright red lips and the raised eyebrow. She stared back at me through the mirror, challenging me with her gaze. Her blazing black hair framed her face and gave her a wild look.
We both nodded our heads as I reapplied some more lipstick. I looked good and hard at the reflection ."You are always ready," I said with a smile. I brushed my hair one more time, fluffed my hair with my hands and grabbed my leather jacket. I pulled down the short red dress and wiped off the little scuff marks on my red killer stilettos. I checked my reflection one more time from head to toe.
"Jo, this is something you shouldn't be wearing to high school. Oh, one more thing." I grabbed the small silver necklace with the intricate heart and chains . I checked my reflection one last time and was pleased.
I walked out of my room and downstairs, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention. I jumped as the words "Where do you think your going dressed like that?" attacked my ears. My mom stood with her hands on her hips and a worried but angry expression on her face.
"It doesn't really concern you Natalie." I said, drawing out her name to annoy her. I towered over her. I was already 3 inches taller than she was and with the added 3 inch heels, she looked like a munchkin.
She ignored my jab continued her onslaught. "You cannot go to school dressed like that or anywhere else, for that matter." I gave her a bored look."Like I said before, it shouldn't concern you because you're not my mother."
"Not this again,"she said with a sigh. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner, but you've known for over a month now.
"Yeah, finding out your adopted will just be forgotten in just one month. I always knew I was different from you. It's obvious. You all, with your blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm just the idiot for not realizing sooner."
She opened her mouth to say something but I quickly shushed her and walked out the front door. I expected her to run after me. But of course, she didn't.
I fluffed my hair again and walked the paved sidewalk. I tried not to switch my butt back and forth. I was going for sexy not trashy. I didn't bother worrying about being late for school. It was the first day of senior year, and I had an hour to kill. Living ten blocks away from school in Manhattan had its perks.
I decided to go the opposite way from school. I easily walked quickly in my heels and waved at each of the doorman who stood outside my neighbor's homes. They each looked shocked but tried to hide it as they waved. I should dress like this more often, I thought.
I continued walking, making different turns and circles, trying to get lost. But that wasn't really possible when you've lived in New York City for all of your life. I crossed the street and saw a construction site down the block. Perfect,I thought.
I slid behind the building on the corner, and made sure I looked fine. I fluffed my hair for a third time, added another coat of red lipstick and pulled down the dress that had ridden up my thighs.
I walked around the building, stuck my head up and sauntered slowly by the construction workers, while the cat calls and"Damn ma, you look goods," accumulated.
"You want some of this huh?" I said with a seductive laugh. More whistles tickled my ears.
"Are you sure," I said, giving a little wiggle. Some of the workers said nothing at all and others shook their heads at their coworkers. Thank God there were some decent people in this world. Even if those people weren't always decent, just gay, blind, or knew I was only 17. At least they were lucky. The other ones,not so much.
Time froze, only the rowdy and crude construction workers and I could move. They continued their cat calls until they realized they realized they were the only things moving.
"You think it is okay to act like that," I said, my voice resonating all around us, although my words weren't as scary as I wanted. "I didn't ask to be called at like a piece of meat."
"But you did," said a brave one in a small voice.
I laughed. I love this part. "No, I walked by and was attacked with yells and cries."
"But," called another brave one.
"You don't deserve to live." And with a snap of my finger, the rowdy construction workers disappeared and time went back to normal. The other workers looked disoriented but they didn't notice their friends' disappearance.
I walked away back towards school, laughing to myself. Don't deserve to live, I thought. Maybe I was a little to harsh. I stopped mid-stride and thought hard. Nope.
We both nodded our heads as I reapplied some more lipstick. I looked good and hard at the reflection ."You are always ready," I said with a smile. I brushed my hair one more time, fluffed my hair with my hands and grabbed my leather jacket. I pulled down the short red dress and wiped off the little scuff marks on my red killer stilettos. I checked my reflection one more time from head to toe.
"Jo, this is something you shouldn't be wearing to high school. Oh, one more thing." I grabbed the small silver necklace with the intricate heart and chains . I checked my reflection one last time and was pleased.
I walked out of my room and downstairs, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention. I jumped as the words "Where do you think your going dressed like that?" attacked my ears. My mom stood with her hands on her hips and a worried but angry expression on her face.
"It doesn't really concern you Natalie." I said, drawing out her name to annoy her. I towered over her. I was already 3 inches taller than she was and with the added 3 inch heels, she looked like a munchkin.
She ignored my jab continued her onslaught. "You cannot go to school dressed like that or anywhere else, for that matter." I gave her a bored look."Like I said before, it shouldn't concern you because you're not my mother."
"Not this again,"she said with a sigh. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner, but you've known for over a month now.
"Yeah, finding out your adopted will just be forgotten in just one month. I always knew I was different from you. It's obvious. You all, with your blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm just the idiot for not realizing sooner."
She opened her mouth to say something but I quickly shushed her and walked out the front door. I expected her to run after me. But of course, she didn't.
I fluffed my hair again and walked the paved sidewalk. I tried not to switch my butt back and forth. I was going for sexy not trashy. I didn't bother worrying about being late for school. It was the first day of senior year, and I had an hour to kill. Living ten blocks away from school in Manhattan had its perks.
I decided to go the opposite way from school. I easily walked quickly in my heels and waved at each of the doorman who stood outside my neighbor's homes. They each looked shocked but tried to hide it as they waved. I should dress like this more often, I thought.
I continued walking, making different turns and circles, trying to get lost. But that wasn't really possible when you've lived in New York City for all of your life. I crossed the street and saw a construction site down the block. Perfect,I thought.
I slid behind the building on the corner, and made sure I looked fine. I fluffed my hair for a third time, added another coat of red lipstick and pulled down the dress that had ridden up my thighs.
I walked around the building, stuck my head up and sauntered slowly by the construction workers, while the cat calls and"Damn ma, you look goods," accumulated.
"You want some of this huh?" I said with a seductive laugh. More whistles tickled my ears.
"Are you sure," I said, giving a little wiggle. Some of the workers said nothing at all and others shook their heads at their coworkers. Thank God there were some decent people in this world. Even if those people weren't always decent, just gay, blind, or knew I was only 17. At least they were lucky. The other ones,not so much.
Time froze, only the rowdy and crude construction workers and I could move. They continued their cat calls until they realized they realized they were the only things moving.
"You think it is okay to act like that," I said, my voice resonating all around us, although my words weren't as scary as I wanted. "I didn't ask to be called at like a piece of meat."
"But you did," said a brave one in a small voice.
I laughed. I love this part. "No, I walked by and was attacked with yells and cries."
"But," called another brave one.
"You don't deserve to live." And with a snap of my finger, the rowdy construction workers disappeared and time went back to normal. The other workers looked disoriented but they didn't notice their friends' disappearance.
I walked away back towards school, laughing to myself. Don't deserve to live, I thought. Maybe I was a little to harsh. I stopped mid-stride and thought hard. Nope.
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