ch. 1
Addison West is a babe. She gets the most enjoyment out of her life simply by looking back at herself in the mirror, or at least I’m assuming. I wish I was like that, but I’m ugly. I’m a freak of nature to the other kids at the Little Rock high school. If I was a girl that looked like Addison West, I would be set to be a fashion model or even better - an actress in a movie.
Sometimes, I put on my mother’s make-up, and try to style my hair to be the most girly it can be. I steal her clothes and put them on. Mainly her underwear because honestly there are only so many pieces to dress up with that fit me. I like to mimic the Buffalo Bill scene in the movie ‘Kill Bill’ where the actor Ted Levine says the line “I’d fuck me.” as he stares back into the mirror of his bedroom.
I must admit that I am a very strange individual. I must also admit something else. I’m not sick in the head like Buffalo Bill or any other serial killer for that matter. I would never hurt anyone, and that’s the truth. Simply, I’m just ugly and misunderstood. My whole life flashes before my eyes each and every time I transform into Addison West.
Her rainy blonde hair sparkles like a waterfall shimmering behind her back. Her ass is like eye candy and her tits are as perky as hills of gold. One time, I had a dream where I got to be her. I walked down a hallway being admired by both of the opposite sexes basically. Everyone got to see my big, beautiful ass as I walked over to Carter Bailey and told him that I was finding somebody else.
That’s Addison’s boyfriend. The two of them have been together since the second grade. Although, as I struggle throughout my own loneliness, I could truthfully not even give a damn as the new and improved Addison West. I could go over to my bestfriend at his locker, Chester Chapernick, and start making out with him in front of girls like Sandy Warmouth and Tammy Holiday. I bet he’d like that just as much as I would.
Please, don’t call me a homosexual because that’s not what this is about. The only things about this whole entire schism of what I am trying to say is that I love Addison West by her looks alone. If I was the one who actually hated the girl, you would be surprised. I hate how she chooses her friends and even worse her boyfriend. That damn bully pushed me around for way too long!
Addison West is a pretty girl, but that beauty won’t last as an antagonist for very long. Every time that I dress up, I feel incredible. No one could ever take down Addison West, or at least the Addison West that I portray myself to be. The personality that I manifest each time is unstoppable.
“Let me suck your cock.” I say to the wind.
Don’t call me a homosexual. That’s not what this is about. I’ve been a sexist my entire life after hearing stories of my grandfather’s suicide. He went to war; World War 2. When he came back he found my whore of a grandmother cheating on him. Never have I had the chance to meet the man who birthed my mother. Shit like that I hate.
I would be a totally different girl as Addison West. I would spoil myself with thanksgiving from others for every favor I help them with. If I had a boyfriend, someone like Chester, my best friend, then maybe I would be a better girl. I’m not necessarily saying that Addison West is a whore but if I was her I would dress more appropriately.
Just kidding. If I was Addison West, I would be the biggest hooker of Ben Franklin that this country of America has ever seen. I would probably keep Carter Bailey, his muscles, and his reputation for being the high school quarterback for a team that usually has a winning streak. Although, I would cheat on him with all of his best friends, even the one’s he barely talks to.
Sincerely,
Addison West, the whore of Little Rock High.
