"Amazing as always, Brittany!" Emily said, she flashed her best friend, Brittany, a smile, she smiled back. The cheerleading team changed into their school uniforms which persisted of:
-A white long-sleeved shirt which was rolled up her arms and tied above their bellies.
-A usually long, black skirt which they would roll up so if they bended down and you happened to look at their butts, you'd faint and go into a coma for five years.
-Socks they pulled to their knees
-Big, platform heels they would get in trouble for.

Brittany strutted down the hall, Chanelle bag in hand, her side-chicks, Mackenzie and Emily by her side. Her beautiful blonde hair that cascaded down her back bounced as she walked. As usual, all heads were turned to her mouths agape as if she was an angel in the skin. Brittany held her nose in the air and exited the school, she waved goodbye to her loyal friends and put a fresh piece of gum in her mouth- taking care not to mess her pink, pouty lipstick of course- and walked to the limousine parked outside.

When she got home she changed into her black shirt and pink mini skirt and brushed her blonde hair that fell down her back in a straight manner and sat on her big, white couch awaiting for her parents' return. A few hours had passed and they were still not home, her anger had grown and she clenched her fists, "They always come late!" She whispered in a harsh tone. More minutes passed and no one had came through the door.

And when the door did open, boy was Brittany mad. "DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I WAITED HERE FOR YOU?" She shouted, anger rising in her like an overflowing cup.
"Brittany, dear we have to work otherwise-"
"Otherwise what?" She spat back.
"Otherwise we can't buy you the lovely things you have" Her pampered mom replied, a soft smile on her surgery attacked face. Brittany had taken it for so long. Waiting long hours just to talk to them, she had things alright but she wasn't content with her current life-style. She clenched her fists and looked down, oh no. She was getting that weird feeling anytime she was angry.

"Run, run now." Brittany said through clenched teeth.
Her parents where flabbergasted, "Leave? What, why, wait, honey, What in the world are you talking about?" Her shocked dad asked. Brittany shook her head, she looked at her phone screen and saw ruby red eyes stare back. "It's too late now" She whispered back, an evil grin stretching across her face, she turned around, not facing them, "Now you die.."
"Honey, what are you talking about?" Her mum persisted, a nervous smile displayed on her face, taking this as some kind of joke.

Brittany walked into the kitchen and got the biggest knife that was in the knife holder. She touched it admiringly and felt comfort in stroking the cold, silver edges. Her attention snapped back to what was happening and her head twisted around, though her body didn't follow. Her face was now pale white, much more different than her fake tan colour.
Anny, her mum, backed against the wall, Howard by her side, "This is not Brittany! Howard, call the priest so he can perform an-"
"EXCORISM?" Brittany finished, madness etched in her features, "Not this time, dearest mother."
Howard rushed his wife to the door they hadn't closed yet, but Brittany outstretched her arm and the door closed, her body turned the same direction as her head and she approached her scared elders.

Her parents were eager to get out of her grasp and they backed away, running each time she came close to them. Brittany had lost patience and outstretched her arm once more, sending them flying against the wall, she came to them and smiled, her mouth was dripping with blood that poured out of her gums between her perfect white teeth. Her parents screamed and Brittany grinned, tracing her finger on the faces, leaving bloody lines. The hand with the knife in it raised to her mothers neck, she let out a laugh and chopped it of, the head rolled across the floor and stopped when it hit the couch.

Howard was crying now, he stared at the head of his beloved, "Brittany, please. You've gone insane and-" He couldn't finish his sentence for she had chopped his head of as well. She stared at the headless corpses in front of her and tears welled in her eyes that had turned back into it's usual green shade, but it flickered red to green and didn't stop.

Brittany got a some spare bin bags, she wrapped her parents in them and taped the bags together, shoving the knife at the side of her skirt, she proceeded to drag her parents' bodies down to the forbidden cellar she was only allowed to go down in, in case of an emergency. With a lot of effort she had finally reached the door that led to the hallway that lead to ANOTHER door into the cellar. The only thing that stood in her way was the heavy weight of the bodies she had lugged down the stairs and the cleaning lady, Martha.

Martha hadn't noticed the girl until she heard her grunting, when she was pulling the corpses along. "Brittany? What happened to you? Why are you all bloody and your eyes, oh my God your eyes! What is in that bag, don't stare at me you satanic sight!" She pulled out a cross on a chain and aimed it at the girl, "Be gone you demonic-" Before she could finish, Brittany had cut of her head.

"Foolish little interference!" She cursed and added Martha to the pile of bodies. Tears were now falling down her cheeks but a smile still stood on her blood stained face, "La la la la la la la la laaa" She sang and opened the door, the walked across the hallway her hand touching the wall so blood stained it.