Sudden inspiration. Will be a chapter story. Finally. Not giving up on WYIWYG just waiting for reviews.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Change. That's what I needed. I was sick and tired of being Mitchie Torres, the cute girl everybody looked down on. The invisible girl. The loner. At this exact moment, I knew what I wanted. For the first time in my life, I knew exactly what I was going to be.
I pulled on my gray shirt and black skinny jeans. I grabbed a bunch of bacelets from the nightstand and placed them on. They were all dark colors. I grabbed a pair of boots and put them on. I was not going to be the same Mitchie Torres everyone saw but never knew. I was going to be brand new. I was about to undergo change, but I was perfectly okay with it.
Maybe Shane will notice... Maybe Tess Tylers will give me a second look. Yes, it was a dark look, considering my wardrobe now consisted of black and white, but I was definately done with cute and hippy. I wanted change so desperately, I even got my hair dyed black.
I slipped on a couple of rings with for some reason reminded me of the ones Miley Cyrus never seemed to take off, after I decided to go for a dark, edgy yet girly look. I was definately grabbing at ideas from Taylor Momsen, but I made them my own.
I grabbed the black eyeliner and applied it. I was done with all my make-up when I grabbed the black nail polish and completed my look. Mitchie Torres was dead and she had been taken over by this other girl that was more confident, didn't care what people said, and even my musical sound changed to a darker, original sound that was still hanging on to my Kelly Clarkson, but The Pretty Reckless and All Time Low had come tied as well.
I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. My father would most likely flip, my mother would be speechless, but I didn't care. Caitlin would most likely want to kill me as soon as she saw me. But I didn't care because maybe Shane Gray will notice me and Tess Tylers will give me a second look.
I had been crushing on Shane Gray ever since I saw him. I had wanted to be Tess Tylers ever since her mother announced she was pregnant. Who wouldn't want to be that girl? She had everything and deserved nothing. I had always been stuck in this ditch with no money, my dreams gone down the gutter... But her... She was fabolous, yes, she was amazing on stage, but she wasn't talented.
Tess doesn't have a good voice like most people at Camp Rock have, yet she earns the respect because of who her mother is and just because she's Tess Tylers, a product advertised and produced by a record deal. Her CD wasn't even out yet, but the whole school already worshipped her. I heard Nate, Shane's youngest brother, say to one of his friends that Shane would do anything to get to her.
I had tried everything to get Shane to notice me, but Tess always stood in my ways. I hated Tess Tylers. All she did was say her last name and people dropped like flies. On top of that, she was gorgeous. But she was a bitch. She was mean. I don't get what people see in her.
That's why I'm done. Now the new Mitchie Torres is going to take over.
I stood up from my chair and grabbed my Jansport, I had ripped the front pocket off and the logo perfectly and on the bottom right, a small skull was drawn on it. My bookbag was completely empty, only a folder with paper and my iPod saw in there along with my make-up. Thank God I had been excused from P.E thanks to my asthma.
I walked downstairs one step at a time. I said goodbye to my parents, who by the way gave me a look of shock, and walked outside. I climbed on my bike and pedaled. The school wasn't very far, so I didn't really break sweat. Plus, my parents said I should at least do a little exercise since I had been excused from P.E.
I saw the obnoxious orange or some sort weird mix between it and pink, and locked my bike on one of the poles.
I walked inside the school and got a lot of stares. Everyone seemed to be surprised at me. I just walked like nothing was going on towards my locker. Caitlin was there rummaging through hers until she laid eyes on me. Here we go.
"Mitchie Torres!" she exclaimed, checking my outfit out. "Wow."
"I know," I said in my newly adopted monotone voice and stared at her with my dark brown eyes that I had been training through the weekend to look lifeless. I continued nonchantantly, "I needed change."
"Did you have to go so... Taylor Momsen...ish?" she checked me out for the third time before saying, "Hey, if it flies with you. It looks amazing on you. Especially that make-up. You're definately a winter."
She didn't sound very happy about my new look, but I knew she was honest when she said I was a winter. A smile escaped my lips.
"Does this Mitchie come with a new attitude?" she raised her eyebrow.
I shrugged. "Yeah. Only around these idiots." I had whispered the last part for humor, and she laughed.
"Glad to hear it," she smiled.
The new Mitchie Torres is now successful. Now only if I can get Shane Gray to look at me...
Thoughts?
