Title: Technicolour
Summary: Massie, Claire, Alicia, Kristen, Dylan. Five girls who make up 'The Pretty Committee'. So much we don't know about them. Especially when seen through the eyes of a passerby – No pairings.
Word Count: Roughly 500 words.
Inspirations: Overachievers; The Cab; Cute is What We Aim For; School; Pathetic Fallacy
Song to Listen to: Take My Hand – The Cab
Interesting Fact #1: It was going to be called, 'To a Passerby'.
Interesting Fact #2: I was listening to The Cab and The Click Five while writing this. My indie music taste was getting overused and needed to relax.
Dedicated To: Me, Myself and I. ( School is so pathetic, I needed some bloody cheering up. Even my inmates - friends couldn't help... )
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Unable to keep a straight face at the scene unfolding in front of her, Claire turned around and tried to muffle her laughter in her cheap-yet-versatile scarf.
To a passerby, it might look like she was crying into her wool muffler.
She wasn't.
She just couldn't stop sniggering at Massie and Alicia's poor attempts at flirting.
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Massie tried to show the world how fearless she was by ordering it around ruthlessly, flaunting her looks and wealth at any chance her manicured nails got and generally spending her hour-long 'shower time' scheming.
To a passerby, she might look like she lacked attention.
She did.
She just couldn't stop finding ways to get people to notice her.
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Not liking the fact that she was merely beautiful, Alicia decided to show the effin' world how much she was worth, how in control and lucky she was, to have such a beautiful face, and body, and endless amounts of wealth.
To a passerby, it might look as though she 'had it all'.
She didn't.
She just couldn't stop proving herself to the world.
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Kristen disliked the stereotypical image she had, the whole 'blond' persona she had to carry around every single day; she preferred to show the world how stupid they were. For them to stop, in the middle of the street, and realize that just because she was a blond, it didn't mean she wasn't intelligent or athletic.
To a passerby, it might look like she was a self-acclaimed deprived smartass.
She was.
She just couldn't stop showing the world how technicolour their eyes were.
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As she finished off the last delicious-to-the-end crumb, Dylan decided that this was it. This was the last straw – or biscuit, in this matter. She would stop eating like a pig, and start working out like one of those muscular guys in California. The ones who did steroids and worked out like hell just to receive awards commending their hot bods.
To a passerby, it might look like she was every other tween girl, desperate to lose weight.
She was.
She just couldn't stop making plans and destroying them in the same day.
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A/N: Howdy. I'm back. Yes, yes, I shou - will continue Destroying Each Other. Just after I post this. My internet was being sulky and decided to go all 14-year old girl on me. If you understood that, wow, you're as random as me. If you didn't, here's a stick-wrencher.
Understand that.