Just something that's been in my mind for a while. I think this is pretty okay, it's very OOC though. Make sure to review :)

Blonde hair and blue eyes.

Clear skin and a clear mind.

Lips trapped in a constant pout, eyes capturing the hearts of many.

If you don't like me, you at least pretend to. If I don't like you, I don't have to.

Girls smile at me but are growling inwardly. Boys try to get my attention, want to be the one on my arm.

My sisters and I, we're so alike but all so different.

I, of course, am portrayed as the dumb one.

The sweet one.

The innocent one.

Oh, how wrong you are for assuming that.

I am actually clever and conniving,

a complete bitch,

far from innocent.

I know how people work, how to get them to do things for me.

Promises of popularity to girls, late night "study" dates to boys.

I'm not one to live up to my word. How else would I stay on top?

But, no one questions me. No one tries to figure me out.

That is how I like it.

"Bubbles!" A girl squeals when I walk in the building. I offer a smile and a wave, completely forgetting the girl's name. It had to be some kind of bird. Raven? Hawk? Who cares.

I walk with my sisters, as usual.

We eventually part ways, heading over to our respected groups. Everyone I hang out with is attractive. I can't be seen with ugly people, not even by accident.

The boys are players and douchebags, the girls are sluts and fakes. I have come to tolerate them, learning not to trust any of them. Still, I giggle along with them and exchange gossip.

"She totally weighs over 120 pounds!" I say, pointing at some freshman walking by herself. The rest of the group giggles and begins calling things out, like 'fatty', 'cow', and 'wooly mammoth'. The girl hangs her head in embarrassment and runs into the bathroom. I follow, gesturing the rest of the girls to come as well.

We enter the bathroom to hear the girl throwing up in a nearby stall.

"Good job, fatso! Get those twinkies out of your system!" I call from the sinks, laughing with my peers. The girl slowly exits the stall, avoiding eye contact.

I take in her features: light brown hair pooling over her shoulders, amber eyes filled to the brim with tears, tan skin and a curvy body.

If I didn't already choose her as a victim, I might've considered her as a new addition to my group.

She walks to the sink farthest from me and splashes water on her face. When she tries to leave, I nod my head to the door and two of my friends lock it. A frightened look appears on the girl's face.

"W-what do you want?"

A mischievous grin creeps it's way onto my face. "Come here, sweetie."

The frightened look changes into a confused one, but she doesn't hesitate to walk over to me. Smart girl.

Without another thought, I smash a mirror. The silver glass cracks into a large pieces, and I rip one off.

"I don't like pretty girls," I hiss. I bring the glass shard to the girls face, letting her see her fate. Tears poor freely down her face, smearing her cheeks with mascara.

"Please, don't kill me!" She sobs, falling to her knees.

Kill her? I snort. "Kill you? Silly girl." I swipe the shard near her head, cutting through her hair. The light brown locks fall to the floor while the poor freshman pulls at her newly cut hair.

"W-why?"

Because, I am the alpha.

Because, I am Bubbles.

Because, I am the one and only

beauty.