Mirror Mirror on the Wall.
She opens her mouth into an 'o' as she applies her lip gloss. With one final stroke she smiles and gazes into her mirror. She looks like a nymph, her golden hair brushed back, her electric baby blue eyes are outlined with kohl, her lips are plump and a light, glossy shade of pink. A wonderful sight to behold.
She smiles at herself once more, than frowns.
What will they think of her?
Easy, weak, slutty, up for it, a silly girl.
She glances at herself again. Quickly bringing her sleeve up to wipe the make up off. All of it, she refuses to be weak in their eyes. She has to get it off; she must be equal.
Better than an equal. She's twelve of them in one.
She is better than them. All of them. She is the fastest, her powers are the best, she is perfect.
What do they know about girls anyhow?
What do they know about her?
Nothing. She frowns. She hasn't even met them yet and they've already ruined her day. She growls, grabbing her kohl she begins to outline her eyes. They should feel privileged to even look at her.
Soon they will. When her plans come to life.
She'll be a queen. A God.
No, Goddess.
She puts the lid back onto the lip gloss. Smiling at herself, she grabs her perfume bottle and sprays herself.
Larxene leaves, remembering that she has that new brat today.
Who is the fairest of them all?