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Vanity(from the minds of Zombie Punk & Tarhead Mugwump)This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Max Booth III | |
| Saturday, 31 May 2008 | |
 "Vanity" The Watcher was always a watcher. A stalker, per say. It started when he was just a little boy. He would sneak into the bathroom when his mother or sister were showering and just watch the shadow outline from the shower curtain. His whole body trembling. His eyes wide open and his lips quivering. It was such a rush! But then, as everybody does, the Watcher got caught. His sister heard a noise and peeked through the curtains to see her little brother watching her, with his hand down his pants. She gave him a good smack upside the head. From then on, whenever somebody went to the bathroom, they locked the door. The word ‘psychotic' never entered his mind. The Watcher soon started watching other prey instead of just family members. When he started going to high school it was like he died and gone to heaven. The girls there were a lot more prettier than his mother or sister. He loved the idea of school showers. Not the boy showers, though. The girl showers. The Watcher soon became a master of the cosmetic arts. He began to create his own lipstick, lip gloss, lip liner, lip plumper, lip balm, Foundation, powder, Rouge, mascara, eye liner, eye shadow, nail polish, and concealer. He used these things to his advantage. He would wear his product and sneak into the girl's shower rooms. Nobody ever suspected a thing. Until the day came when the Watcher was stupid enough to step into a shower, which washed all the makeup off of his face. The girls screamed in fright and wrapped towels around their beautiful smooth naked teenaged bodies. The gym teacher ran in and discovered the Watcher with his hand down his pants again. He was expelled from school. Stupid no good teenaged girls. All of them so cruel hearted. All so Miss Popular. The smartest thing in their blonde little minds is what cosmetics to use. Sluts to football players but a tease to the rest. Spreading for the jocks but making fun of the nerds. Talking to popular kids but ignoring the rest. The Watcher couldn't take it. He snapped. He ran away from home and spent ten years of his life creating a master piece. He called it Vanity.
The three cheerleaders always got their way. Whatever they wanted, they got. They wanted straight As in all classes? Well, all they had to do would show a lot of cleavage and flirt with their teachers. Out of a parking ticket? All they had to do would make sure when the cop approached the car they could see down their shirt. It even worked on female police officers, too. These girls were stunningly beautiful. They were goddesses. The brunette was Courtney. Long curly hair. Perfect body. A pawn. Parents were divorced and they both spoiled her obnoxiously. Skank. The red head was Alexis. Long hair. Perfect body. Just another pawn, though. And a skank. The blonde was Kia. The leader of the dumb cheerleaders. Her body was more than perfect. She was the Aphrodite to goddesses. The boys followed her around like sheep. She was no pawn. She was the Queen to the chess board. She owned that high school. Her father was the owner of a large corporation and he spoiled her like a baby. She had a red convertible BMW at just the age of fifteen. She didn't even have a driver's permit yet! She dated the football captain. She was the bee's knees. She was also the biggest skank of them all. The nerd was Roberta. A smelly girl with bad acne and square glasses. A slight hunchback to her. A real book-oholic. But she wanted to hang out with the popular kids. She wanted a boyfriend. She didn't want to be made fun of anymore. She was the biggest pawn of the all. Did everything for the three cheerleaders. Got them coffee, alcohol for parties (even though she wasn't allowed in), marijuana occasionally. Anything they wanted, she got for them. Even though they made fun of her to her face. Called her all kinds of names and laughed at her. This is how high school is. It always has been, always will be. One day as the three cheerleaders and their slave walked down the sidewalk they came across a merchant. This merchant was wearing a black and white suit. The girls found him really handsome. "Excuse me, ladies," the merchant said, as they walked by. They all stopped and looked at him. "Yeah?" Kia asked. "I wondering if I could enrich you beauty with my product." "Huh?" "Well, you see, I am a free lance cosmetics salesman. I have the absolutely best product in all of the word. I have developed a new foundation cream, and I am giving it out as free samples. That way you don't have to spend any money to know if you will like it or not. But trust me, ladies, you will like it." "What is it called?" Kia asked. "Vanity." "Never heard of it." "Of course you haven't. it is new, as I have just said." "I'll take some," Roberta interrupted. The merchant gave Roberta the once over and said, "Sorry, but I'm afraid this product wont take its effect on you." "What? But you said it was free!" "Yeah, but not to you." "Give us three samples," Kia said. "It'll work on us, right?" "Oh, I believe it will," the merchant smirked. Later that night there was a sleepover. Roberta was not invited, of course. Just the three cheerleaders in their panties and big white tee-shirts. They were in Kia's big bedroom. Bigger than her own parent's room. She had a queen's bed. The cheerleaders laid on it, watching My Sweet Sixteen on MTV. "God, those girls are so spoiled," Alexis said. Feel free to laugh at that. "I know, I'd like to see them out in the real world," Courtney said. And that, too. "Oh my god, I love that show!" Kia exclaimed. And the award for dumbest broad goes to... "Hey, should we try on that foundation stuff now?" Courtney wondered. "Yeah, sounds good," Kia replied. She dug it out of her purse full of valuable and read the label. "Just rub on desired place and it should take effect within a half hour." They all spread the cream all over their faces. "Wow, it feels so good. This is really bad," Alexis said. "Yeah, I know, right? I'm definitely making Daddy buy me more," Kia said. "God, we're so pretty, aren't we?" Courtney said "No, you two are pretty. I'm beautiful," Kia marveled. She turned to Alexis. "Speaking of looks, when are you gonna get that boob job? Me and Courtney already got one. But not you. Why?" "I dunno. My mom says plastic surgery is a waste of money," Alexis explained. "Well, if you want to remain in the group you better get one soon." "Okay, I will. I'll think of something." "Good." The telephone rang and Kia quickly answered it. "Hello?" "Hello, Sidney," the voice said. "What's your favorite scary movie?" "Sorry, wrong number," Kia said. "Isn't this Sidney Prescott?" "Nope. I'm Kia." "Does a Sidney Prescott live with you?" "Nope." "Damn it. Not again." The man hung up the phone. Kia set the phone on the table and said, "People should like really learn to dial the right number." "I know," Courtney said. "They need to learn how to stay in the right story, too." The phone rang again. "Hello?" Kia said. "Hey Kia, this is Roberta. I was just wondering if you needed something?" "Yeah, I need for you to get a life!" Kia said, and hung up the phone. "God," she muttered. "Was that our slave?" Courtney asked. "Yep." "You should have made her go rent us some movies or something. It's too boring here," Alexis said. "Than leave, *****. You know where the door is." "Why are you being so mean?" Alexis asked. "Just get out!" Alexis reluctantly got up and left, but before she went out the front door Kia yelled, "And don't come back until you get that boob job! Your tits are too small!" When she was gone Kia laughed and said, "Being mean is so fun, isn't it, Courtney?" "Oh yea--what the hell?" Courtney struck her hands to her face and started screaming. "What's wrong?" Kia asked, annoyed. Before any of them could say anything else Alexis fell through the door, her face just a skull. She was dead. "Oh my God!" Kia screamed, grabbing her own face. Their skin were melting off. It was like candle wax. Layers and layers peeling off at an amazing speed. It was a painful sight, but the Watcher enjoyed quite a bit. You see, he was sitting on a tree branch outside their window, laughing like a madman. The Watcher. The Creep. The Merchant. Roberta stepped in the room and threw her head back and laughed at the sight of the three dead, deformed cheerleaders. This was the best thing in the entire world! This was the best birthday present her daddy, the Watcher, could ever give her! Copyright 2008 Max Booth III |
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