What to Wear
Chapter One
The cold, damp, foggy air, lingering along the beach. The quiet, distant sound of the ringing bouy, the caw of the seagulls. Tracey stood, glaring at the ocean, her eyes pooled with dismal furry.
"Why Thomas, why?!" She screamed in horror. "Why do you insist on killing, and modulating the only people in your life that relate to you? Why do you insist on killing your family?!" She collapsed right in the sand. She wept and wept and wept. Then, as if some force from insider her, she pulled herself together, and wallowed back to her house, trying to look forward to the party she was going to go to later.
She was walking up the steps to her house, next to her lovely flowerbed, when she heard her telephone ringing. "Oh shhhnap!" She said, turning her walk into a jog. She fiddled around her pocket, searching for her key. "Crap, could my day get any worse?" Tracey thought aloud. She fumbled her fingers around the top of the door ledge, finally grasping her spare key. She unlocked her door, and allowed Maxie, her dog, to run about the lawn.
"Now, I need to see who it was that called me, so I can call back" Tracey was checking her answering machine. "Oh, no one important. Just mom, oh mother, she just doesn't want me to go to the party, she just doesn't want me to have any fun." Tracey ran up stairs, past the bathroom and closet, and into her room. She put in a CD, turned it up full blast, and went into the bathroom. There, she did what every collage girl does when she owns her own house, and is in her bathroom, she combed her hair, and made funny face poses in her mirror.
Then, she opened up her shower door, turned on the water, and let it run a minute. She took out her ponytail, stripped, and walked into the shower. She sung to her music, while washing her hair, brushing it, making sure to have no tangles. Then, the phone rang, "Shh-" she let out a cry of pain, as she was shaving while the phone rang, and the sudden ring caught her off guard, making her skin broken. She watched the blood trickle down her leg, for she had a bunch of soap all over her hands.
She quickly rinsed the remaining soap out of her hair, and turned off the water. She stepped out, dried her cut from her razor, and stuck a Band-Aid on it. Tracey wrapped the towel around