how you love me now;;

[monique d'amore]

i'm in the business of misery
L E T ' S T A K E I T F R O M T H E T O P !

oh crap, thought moni, staring open-mouthed at her face in the huge bathroom mirror. not again. seriously, what's the point of even doing your make-up when it just gets ruined again? she sighed, then realised what she'd just thought. no, i take that back. make-up is always worth it. making an effort with your appearance always pays off. she leant back and admired her outfit for a moment. she always took forever getting dressed in a morning. because, unlike some people, i take pride in my appearance. her clothes - a pair of black leggings under a grey dress with black knee-high boots - was simple but effective. her make-up, however, thanks to a quick mid-morning swim in the pool (god, i have to stop swimming!), was not as appealing. she leant forwards to get a closer look, and began smudging it with her finger. maybe she could repair the damage. after five minutes of poking and prodding her face, she gave up and unzipped her handbag.

she pulled out a wet wipe (best invention ever. apart from boots. and mascara. and mobile phones. and ipods. okay, maybe not the best invention. but a pretty freaking good one.) and began rubbing at her face. in a few minutes, every speck of make-up was gone. she found her make-up bag and unzipped it, laying the contents on next to the sink. they only just fit, and she had to pile them up to stop everything spilling off onto the floor. she carefully selected a tub of powder-based foundation and began brushing it on. not that i need it, of course, she reassured herself. it's just for that extra glow. once her entire face was covered, she took her time selecting a good shade of blush. she settled for a colour that yelled 'i'm not wearing any make-up, my skin is naturally this amazing' but still whispered 'i'm rich enough to afford blush that yells the above'. she brushed it on quickly, smudging it lightly across her cheekbones.

eyeliner, eyeliner, eyeliner. so many choices, so little time. black? too gothic. white? too angelic. brown? perfect. she pulled out a soft brown pencil and drew a line around the edge of her eye. she smudged it slightly with her finger, then stepped back to admire the effect. it was, if she did say so herself, pretty awesome. she clicked the plastic lid back on the eyeliner and carefully surveyed her collection of mascara. she chose one of the newer ones that claimed to curl and enhance like no other product, untwisted the lid and brushed it gently onto her eyelashes.

[alexa harlow]

cos id rather risk my faith,
then loose my fate

warily, alex opened her eyes. god...what was the time? on auto-pilot, she checked her watch. oh yeah, it dyed, didnt it. she hated her watch anyway. it didnt deserve to live. she rolled over in her bed, moaning. did she have to get up? probably, yeah. she kicked back the covers, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stood up, the blood rushing from her head. she looked around the room stretching. the grabbed an empty glass and ran to the bathroom, filling it up and draining it.

she stared down at her clothes. she had black skinny jeans on, no socks and a ruffled shirt. good enough. she sprayed herself with deodorent and shook her head, her hair falling into place. it was slightly wavy, the blonde highlights dissaprearing behind the brown hair more than usual. she pulled on a flat cap and some element shoes, stomping out the door. she was walking down the hall when she got the sudden urge to throw up. stupid bug. its been getting to me since...three days ago! she thought, walking towards the bathroom.

she pushed the door open, walked into the room and spat into the sink. the horrible taste of vomit still there from last night. the water didn't taste that nice either. she spat again and turned on the tap, gulping down some water. she looked up slowly, seeing a blonde girl with tons of make-up on staring at herself in the mirror. she resisted the urge to snort. rich, obviously. unlike me, who got in here with pure talent, she thought.

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[monique d'amore]

she's got a body like an hourglass
I T ' S T I C K I N G L I K E A C L O C K !

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moni carefully twisted the lid back onto the mascara and leant back, admiring the affect. pretty good. she fluttered her eyelashes at the mirror, smiled, then put the mascara back on top of the pile of make-up. now for the all-important decision. lipstick, lipgloss or both? lipstick gave a cleaner, more finished effect, but lipgloss was more fresh and flirty. and both of them together said 'i care about my appearance and i have the time and the money to maintain it.' this was hard. the wrong decision could completely ruin her day. she stared down at the colours she had, which wasn't much help. she had virtually every shade of pink, brown, red, purple and beige she could imagine. she chewed her lip, thinking hard.

which was when a girl burst into the bathroom and started spitting into the sink. eeew! she spat some more, then turned on the tap and started actually drinking it. moni stared at her in complete and utter horror. slowly, the girl looked up. automatically, moni's eyes kicked into gear. she couldn't really help it, she did it to everyone. shoes. element, no socks. hat. flat-cap. trousers. black skinny jeans. top. ruffled white shirt. hair. just above shoulder-length, brown with blonde highlights. no bag. no make-up. all in all, her appearance screamed 'skater chick slash indie kid'. moni gathered all this information and stored it away in less than a second. but that wasn't important at the moment. okay, it was, but the look on her face was more important. she was was looking up at moni with distaste. moni got that a lot. it basically meant 'you care about your appearance and you have money so i must immediately judge you as being a total snob.'

well, i'll show her. "hey!" she said, smiling warmly. "are you feeling okay? you look a bit pale." she thought of offering the girl some of her foundation, but almost shuddered at the thought. "i'm moni, by the way. monique d'amore. sixth year."[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[alexa harlow]

the chaos, the calm
R A I S E T H E A L A R M !

blondie was staring at herself in the mirror at first, but her eyes flickered down to the mountain of crap people called make-up. it took a while, but her eyes then rested on alex, looking her up and down, a plain mask on her face. though alex thought she saw a little big if horror. alex smiled mockingly, turning around to show off. blondie seemed to think for a few secconds, her eyes betraying her emotions, before she smiled.

hey! are you feeling okay? you look a bit pale. i'm moni, by the way. monique d'amore. sixth year. what a mouthfull, monique d'amore. but instead of sneering, alex laughed. "why would you have such an ugly nick-name. moni? like monobrow? haha!" she laughed again. "yeah, well im alex - not a dudes name, before you snap back at me - and i'm just as old as you." she said, raising an eyebrow at her clothes. a typical barbie doll.

"why do you wanna dress like that? you got a date or something? and whats with all the plasticness?" thats what she called make-up. it was true, it make you look all shiny and barbie-dollish. who would want to look like that desides barbie herself? holding back a laugh, she stared at monique.

[monique d'amore]

it's a matter of time
B E F O R E W E A L L R U N O U T !

the girl threw back her head and laughed derisively. moni's smile faltered. "why would you have such an ugly nickname, moni? like monobrow? haha! yeah, well, i'm alex - not a dude's name, before you snap back at me - and i'm just as old as you." alex raised an eyebrow. moni opened her mouth, but alex interrupted her. "why do you wanna dress like that? you got a date or something? what's with all the plasticness?"

moni's mouth dropped open. maybe i wasn't exactly planning to be her friend, but i was happy to be pleasant with her. but she can laugh at me. she can insult my name. but when she criticises my appearance, she's gone too far. "why would you have such an ugly name, alex?" she said, her voice icy. "and i know it's not a guy's name, i haven't been living in a hole my entire life. and i dress like this because i care about how i look." she raised an eyebrow at alex's outfit. "where's your skateboard, alex? or are you just trying to look like one of the 'cool kids?' because it's not working. and no, i don't have a date, but i'm much more likely to get one than you."

she turned her attention back to the mirror. without even looking, she picked up a light pink lipgloss and began to brush it on. she wasn't angry - she very rarely got angry. a sort of icy adrenaline was rushing through her. she hated alex, but she didn't feel like punching her. she might break a fingernail.

[alexa harlow]

the lovn', the hatn'
T H E C O N S T A N T D E B A T I N G !

"why would you have such an ugly name, alex?" barbie said, her voice icy. "and i know it's not a guy's name, i haven't been living in a hole my entire life. and i dress like this because i care about how i look." she raised an eyebrow at alex's outfit. "where's your skateboard, alex? or are you just trying to look like one of the 'cool kids?' because it's not working. and no, i don't have a date, but i'm much more likely to get one than you."

alex laughed, this time it was not half-forced. forgot how to breathe for a moment, she wiped tears from her eyes and gasped for breath. "i gotta hand it to ya, barbie, you nailed me. i hate the name alex, a little too girly for me, actually. oh, and do you mean rade? hes in my room." rade was her tag, and she had spray painted the back of her skate-board with the letters RADE in red. it looked awesome.

she looked down at barbie's pile of plastic. "boyfriends. hmm, touchy subject. true, barbies always seem to get the guys. dont worry, i'm sure there are some kens out there just waiting for you. me on the other hand, i go for the ones that dont stick their heads up their asses." she smiled, but behind her back she had two clenched fists, waiting to pound barbie's head in. no, she reminded herself, not at the start of term. she had gotten in way too many fights, anyway.

[monique d'amore]

when i thought he was mine
S H E C A U G H T H I M B Y T H E M O U T H !

alex laughed again, and didn't seem to be able to stop. moni waited, slightly bored. it wasn't a very attractive sound. finally, alex wiped the tears from her eyes and took a few deep breaths. "i gotta hand it to ya, barbie, you nailed me. i hate the name alex, a little too girly for me, actually. oh, and do you mean rade? he's in my room." moni raised an eyebrow. who the hell is rade? "boyfriends. hmm, touchy subject. true, barbies always seem to get the guys. dont worry, i'm sure there are some kens out there just waiting for you. me on the other hand, i go for the ones that dont stick their heads up their asses."

moni waited for her to finish her speech. god, this girl didn't know when to stop. alex smiled again, and moni caught a glimpse of her hands curled into fists behind her back. ha. go ahead, i'd like to see you try. may i remind you who has the lipstick here? "alex is a little too girly for you? a unisex name is too girly for you. does that say anything to you? but then again, making sense of what you hear requires brain cells. oh well. and isn't it a little rich for you to be lecturing me on boyfriends? they tend to go for females, you know."

[alexa harlow]

woah, woah, woah
R A I S E T H E A L A R M !

"alex is a little too girly for you? a unisex name is too girly for you. does that say anything to you? but then again, making sense of what you hear requires brain cells. oh well. and isn't it a little rich for you to be lecturing me on boyfriends? they tend to go for females, you know." ooh. this girl was a bitch. alex closed her eyes, opening them slowly.

thtough clenched teeth she said "my name is alexa. and im sorry, will you hold on for a minute?" she turned away slightly, and looked down her top, trying not to laugh. "dont worry. im a girl, i could give you proof, if you want?" her hands balled into fists, both arms had her muscles flexing. they were pretty obvious now.

she tried to hide a smile. she had two nicknames for barbie now. barbie, obviously, and "i'm sorry, monobrow, i didn't know that you dont seem to like my style of dress."

[monique d'amore]

i waited eight long months
S H E F I N A L L Y S E T H I M F R E E !

ha. that seemed to hit home. alex closed her eyes, then opened them very slowly. "my name is alexa. and im sorry, will you hold on for a minute?" she said, through clenched teeth. "dont worry. i'm a girl, i could give you proof, if you want?" both her hands were balled into fists, and she was trying to hide a smile. "i'm sorry, monobrow, i didn't know that you don't seem to like my style of dress."

moni smiled sweetly at her. she actually looked pretty angry, and moni was getting slightly worried about the safety of her make-up. without taking her eyes off alex, she decided what would be most useful as weapons. lipstick, probably. she'd hate that. not the expensive ones, though. eyeliner pencils would just snap. ooh, liquid foundation would work. still smiling, she began to pack away the more delicate items.

"don't worry, i don't want to see your proof. guys may tend to go for females, but i don't. and descending to the level of name-calling, are we? i thought you said you were sixteen, not five. or is that maths too hard for you?"

[alexa harlow]

some things i'd rather forget.
W E C H O O S E W H A T W E S E E !

"you know, flushing a load of make-up down the toilet really hurts. i might break down crying in a minute. you're so witty and intelligent, i could never have come up with anything as clever as that," barbie said, her voice sarcastic. she folded her arms and leant on one leg, letting her hip swing out. "go ahead. flush everything down. see if i care." alex did exactly that. she flushed everything down. even the wet wipe things. when she was done, she stomped up to barbie. she pushed her face really close to hers, alex's nose almost touching monique's. "you asked for it."

alex stepped back quickly, the adrenaline flowing through her. she raised a clenched fist and pushed it hard and face into barbie's nose. it clipped it, then slid sideways, her fist finally landing on her cheek. she let her hand slide down to barbie's lips, smudging every part of the make-up on her left side of her face.

alex smiled, satisfied. she didn't look that pretty at all now. she let her smile turn into a smirk as she spoke. "yeah. i think you'll be needing some more we wipes." she laughed and stood still, waiting for barbie's return blow.

[monique d'amore]

i told him i couldn't lie
H E W A S T H E O N L Y O N E F O R M E !

alex's muscles were tensed and her knuckles were turning white. "ohh, you're gonna wish you didn't say that," she said, and stomped up to moni. for a moment she thought she was about to punch her, but her hand went for her make-up bag instead. "if you're born with beauty then you won't be needing these," she snapped. before moni could make a move to stop her, she took a handful of the make-up and threw it down the toilet, pressing the 'flush' button. moni watched as the make-up swirled around in the water before disappearing down the drain. "yeah. i guess i am a little immature.

don't look angry. don't look sad. don't give her the satisfaction. moni's smile didn't even flicker as she looked back at alex. "you know, flushing a load of make-up down the toilet really hurts. i might break down crying in a minute. you're so witty and intelligent, i could never have come up with anything as clever as that," she said, her voice sarcastic. she folded her arms and leant on one leg, letting her hip swing out. "go ahead. flush everything down. see if i care." i can just buy more, anyway. i need a make-up update.

[alexa harlow]

some things i'd rather forget.
W E C H O O S E W H A T W E S E E !

"you know, flushing a load of make-up down the toilet really hurts. i might break down crying in a minute. you're so witty and intelligent, i could never have come up with anything as clever as that," barbie said, her voice sarcastic. she folded her arms and leant on one leg, letting her hip swing out. "go ahead. flush everything down. see if i care." alex did exactly that. she flushed everything down. even the wet wipe things. when she was done, she stomped up to barbie. she pushed her face really close to hers, alex's nose almost touching monique's. "you asked for it."

alex stepped back quickly, the adrenaline flowing through her. she raised a clenched fist and pushed it hard and face into barbie's nose. it clipped it, then slid sideways, her fist finally landing on her cheek. she let her hand slide down to barbie's lips, smudging every part of the make-up on her left side of her face.

alex smiled, satisfied. she didn't look that pretty at all now. she let her smile turn into a smirk as she spoke. "yeah. i think you'll be needing some more we wipes." she laughed and stood still, waiting for barbie's return blow.



[[sorry, i accidentily posted my post in my last post...if that makes any sense. so there is two posts now. ]]

[monique d'amore]

two weeks and we
C A U G H T O N F I R E !

moni waited, arms folded, as alex stomped determinedly between the sink and the toilet, flushing handfuls of make-up down the drain. when she was done, she came up and stood right in front of her, their noses inches apart. "you asked for it," whispered alex. moni was silent for a moment, then burst into peals of laughter. "you do realise we're in paris, right? the fashion capital of the world? and i have plenty of money to spare. in fact, you helped me. i was planning to update my make-up anyway. do you want to flush my jewellery down the toilet too? or my shoes? i'll go and get them, if you like."

she barely had time to finish her last sentence before alex's fist clipped her nose and whacked into her cheek, smudging her make-up all down her face. she took a step backwards, taken by surprise. oh, she's asking for it now. she clenched her fists, then noticed something in her hand. she didn't risk looking down - she didn't need to. she knew the smooth, sleek shape like a sister. her hot pink chanel lipstick. ha.

"yeah, i think you'll be needing some more wet wipes," said alex, smirking. she's so up herself! no wonder she doesn't wear make-up, there isn't enough in europe to cover that massive head. "wow," said moni, taking a step forwards. she kept her lipstick behind her back. if she hadn't noticed it, alex wouldn't have either. "you smudged my make-up. you couldn't have done more permanent damage. as you can see, i'm holding back tears." she took a final step forwards, until their faces were inches apart. quick as a flash, moni whipped out her lipstick and drew a thick, bright pink line on alex's face, across her cheeks, over the bridge of her nose, then winding down to her chin.

[zane spencer]

some things i'd rather forget.
W E C H O O S E W H A T W E S E E !

alex wasn't very satisfied with barbie's reaction, but she could tell she was in pain. "you do realise we're in paris, right? the fashion capital of the world? and i have plenty of money to spare. in fact, you helped me. i was planning to update my make-up anyway. do you want to flush my jewellery down the toilet too? or my shoes? i'll go and get them, if you like." alex laughed and said "no, ive done enough of that. but perhaps i could cut off that pretty hair of yours? no money in the world could buy that pretty, flowing blonde hair, now could it?"

alex clenched her fist again, waiting for barbies scratches. "wow," said barbie, taking a step forwards. she kept her lipstick behind her back. if she hadn't noticed it, alex wouldn't have either. "you smudged my make-up. you couldn't have done more permanent damage. as you can see, i'm holding back tears." she took a final step forwards, until their faces were inches apart. quick as a flash, barbie whipped out her lipstick and drew a thick, bright pink line on alex's face, across her cheeks, over the bridge of her nose, then winding down to her chin.

the blow was not as she expected. but shed rather have a broken nose. alex quickly drove her knee into barbie's stomach, then punching her again in the nose. not as hard, but she had a feeling there would be blood. alex sneaked a glance in the mirror. it wasn't that bad. the line was just under both her eyes, which looked fine. the chin thing wasn't as bad as her nose.

"thanks, barbie, i look just. like. you." she said, seperating the sentances to make things more dramatic. quickly, she added "bitch." she stood there, looking at barbie with pitty on her pink-streaked face. poor, poor barbie.



[[just pretend im alex]]

[monique d'amore]

she's got it out for me
B U T I W E A R T H E B I G G E S T S M I L E !

alex was silent for a second, her face frozen in horror, then leapt forwards. she drove her knee into moni's stomach, then punched her again. this time her fist actually hurt, instead of just smudging her make-up. moni stumbled backwards, gasping in pain. she could feel a small trickle of blood coming from her nose. "thanks barbie," said alex. "now i look just. like. you." she paused, then added "bitch."

"you have serious issues," gasped moni, winded. "you're attacking me... for wearing make-up?" i know i shouldn't let her get the better of me, and i know fighting back's what she wants, but surely this counts as self-defence now? besides, i knew having long nails would come in handy. she stared at alex for a moment, still bent slightly forwards with one arm across her stomach. she reached up with her free hand and wiped a small amount of blood from her upper lip. then, without warning, she leapt forwards and landed on alex, with the sole purpose of knocking her to the ground and doing as much damage as possible.