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Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or any of the characters.
Jade
I wake up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and the sound of the kitchen actually being used, downstairs. Who would be cooking breakfast? I grab my black hoodie and go to investigate.
"Good morning Jade" I hear my mother say from the kitchen. I don't reply. I get my black coffee and down it, piping hot, burning my throat. I turn to the person whom I share my blood with.
"Wow. Someone looking for the mom of the year award? Sorry, you have to be around for the 364 other days to qualify." I say snarking at my mother.
"Oh will you just be grateful I made you breakfast?" She snaps back at me.
"Yeah, why are you doing that?" I ask.
"It's your last first day of high school! Soon, you'll be off to college and I won't have to see you!" My mother says way too enthusiastically.
"You don't see me anyways." I point out.
"Just stop being so bitchy and eat this?" She half asks, half demands.
"Oh well thanks for the whole 'home cooked spread.' But I'll have to pass. If you were around, you would know that I don't eat breakfast." I say walking up the stairs to get ready.
Who does this woman think she is? A goddess? More like a demon. But then again she would require interesting characteristics to be a demon. Wouldn't that be a nice Supernatural episode?
I look at the clock, 8:47. I need to get dressed if I want to make an entrance. Senior year, the last time I have to deal with drooling boys, valley girls, weird teachers, and school spirit. I admit, Hollywood Arts has done me well. I will miss it.
I look in the mirror at myself. Today I'm feeling… sexy, simple, bad ass, rebellious. Well I wonder what color that associates with? I walk into my mostly black closet and smirk, I'm gonna look good today, for one person. I'm gonna let them silently suffer as they drag their eyes over my naturally alluring body that is reserved for them.
Yes, I show my body off. I know I have curves and all but honestly, I'm really insecure about them. I don't show that though. I'm the big bad Jade West.
I get out my outfit and put it on. A plain white sleeveless tank, black skinny jeans, studded leather belt, black boots, and a black leather jacket. My hair is curled so it falls almost perfectly past my collar bones. With my bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner, I look irresistible.
I stand in the mirror and take a picture, sending it to my cousin, Jesse, for approval. I get an immediate reply.
"Wow, you're gonna give someone a heart attack Miss Bond." Jesse replies. I laugh and get my bag, putting my phone, keys, and wallet in my pocket.
I pass my mom who has her glasses on, going through some files of some sort, and she says, "Jade, wait." I begrudgedly stop and face the woman.
"How's that boyfriend, Ben?" She asks innocently.
"Oh my ex boyfriend Beck, is doing fine! He's already gotten to know some freshmen girls really well!" I say sarcastically.
"No need to get that tone, I was only asking." My mother replies. She slides her glasses to the end of her nose and looks me up and down, skeptically.
"That's for school?" She asks.
"What? It's not like you cared anyways, so don't pretend to." I say, then I'm out the door, locking it behind me.