The Lies of a Desperate Girl
Screaming down the halls
Spinning all around and now we fall
Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
Funhouse, By P!nk
Chelsea Says; One
The name is Chelsea Rhode; resident sex goddess of Richland High School, most popular girl in school, and captain of the cheer team. But, I am one other thing that people don't know about. I am lesbian. Yes, you hear right; I like boobs, and a curvy figure for my sex buddy. I have never believed in lovers, just fuck toys. After all, if my own father ran off because he was disgusted by me, as my mother so often said, how can love actually exist?
My life turned upside down two weeks into my senior year, the year I found it safe to come out of the closet.
Boy, was I wrong in that assumption.
"Chelsea Rhode! Get your ass out of bed and downstairs before I come up there!" I groaned when my mother woke me from my dream via screaming threats of death by loss of ear blood. I rolled out of bed and hit the button to my iPod. Music flared through my room as I got ready for the day. I just sat there, singing along with the music as I curled my hair.
"I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,
Saying AYO! Gotta let go!
I wanna celebrate and live my life,
Saying AYO! Baby, let's go!"
To the best of my knowledge, my mother thinks that I am just saying I like girls because I want to rebel, because the only music she ever hears me listening to is country and pop. In fact, she even went through my iPod to see what music I had on there. But little does she know that I have a completely different iPod for the music I don't want her to know I have. After all, what normal girl likes bands like NightRage, Dying Fetus, and Cradle of Filth? This is the iPod I keep hidden while with my friends. This is one of the older ones without a camera on it, while the one with the pop is a touch. As soon as I leave the house, I will switch the two out.
When I see my platinum blonde hair is as perfect as I can ever get it, I move on to the eyeliner that frames my brown eyes. Next is the concealer that hides whatever I don't want people to see on my creamy skin, then it's the outfit. White v-neck shirt, pale jean skinny-legs, blue two inch heels, and a pale blue scarf. I smile at my reflection in the mirror.
I am ready for the day.
So, what do you think? This is Saving Chelsea, the nemesis of Jaded Eyes. Pick whichever you want me to do first! Remember, I will not throw the story away. Polls end on the eleventh.