8
Friday night, Avery stood in front of her full-length mirror. She admired her reflection, a size two girl with golden-red hair, and a zit-free face. The girl in the reflection wore a peach Vera Wang floor-length dress, the dress was quite simple, with some netted material in the mid-section, to resemble a pile of leaves. She wore 3" cream platform heels and had a matching cream mask.
The girl in the reflection was Avery Smith, and she was gorgeous.
She picked up her Chanel purse and walked downstairs. The moment she reached the floor, she was attacked by paparazzi...well really, her parents.
'Look at my beautiful baby!' her father said, 'In just a month she'll be sixteen!'
'You look gorgeous, Avery', her mother smiled, 'Just like me', she laughed.
'Thanks guys, I love you so much!' Avery said, genuine kindness in her voice.
'We love you too!' they said together.
'Now, you better get going', her father said, looking at his watch, 'it starts in half an hour'.
Avery unbuckled her seatbelt as her father's BMW parked in front of the school. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and stepped outside. She walked to the entrance and showed her ticket.
She scanned the room, but couldn't see the black swan anywhere, 'Lucie' had sent her a text, telling her that she would be in the black swan costume.
There, she saw her. At the other side of the hall, a small, slim figure, wearing a red and black 'black swan' dress and matching mask, the dress went to her knees and stuck out from the hips to the knees. She had Lucie's blonde hair.
Avery didn't need any confirmation, she stormed over to the figure, and threw her into the nearby wall. The figure fell to the floor, unconcious. Everyone turned to stare at Avery, but she ran, ran out of the school, back home.
On her way home, an ambulence passes, sirens screaming, heading towards the school. Great, Avery thought, now I'm gonna get arrested for real.