The Barbie Project

Three girls - pretty, popular,cool. One school assignment - not of the ordinary kind. Add an out of reach love interest, a boy with an unreasonable grudge and an extra large portion of jealousy, and watch the sparks fly! I decided to try something other than what I usually write, so feedback would be greatly appreciated!!!!
The awesomesauce cover is by Lucy Style


11. Am

I'm sitting cross legged on my bedroom floor when my mobile rings again. It's not Kiera though, it's the same anonymous caller that interrupted lunch. Setting it on to speaker phone, I lie it on the floor beside me and get back to what I've been doing for the past half hour.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror.

You can call me vain but I'm not. Beneath the shiny new Elle exterior, it's still the normal Ethel underneath. It's just sot of strange having to get accustomed to wearing a face other than your own. Trying to take on a personality, fit in with a group of people who simply aren't the same as you. You're in another boat entirely to everyone else around you, no matter how hard you try and and fit in. 

And try and fit in I have.

When I look at myself, I see hair that's sleek and glossy, my skin translucent, blemish free. I'm tagging around after the coolest clique in school - no, more than tagging after, because they accept me. Except, they don't accept me. Not at all, they only accept the revised version, the mew and improved barbie doll that will hang off their every word. 

And I'm sick of it.

Im grateful to them for taking me under their wing - of course I am. I would just be so much happier if they could treat me - and each other - like my old friends would - not covering up their secrets, and, once the secrets were found out ,using them to blackmail each other. Instead, actually sharing the secrets, and helping each other through them.

Ashlin, Kiera and Arianna are nice enough I guess. They're nicer than I thought they'd be, at least on the surface. They're just more... Allies, or acquaintances than real friends. I sigh despite myself, pushing my hair back from my face, to have it promptly fall into my eyes again. 

Again. I smile wryly to myself, remembering something my mother used to tell me. 'I have to suffer to look beautiful.' The smile creeps up my face, threatening to turn the close lipped smirk into a teeth flashing grin. I toss my head back to laugh, my hair falls forward to cover my face, and someone, with a voice I don't recognise, starts to talk. 


I stop laughing, my back going rigid in a sudden irrational fear, before I notice the phone I've forgotten. I snicker nervously to myself once more as I realise where the voice is coming from. 

"Hi?" I say back, not recognising the voice. "I'm sorry, who is this?"


"Erm... Yes, this is Ethel speaking! Who is it?"

The line goes dead, and I shiver without meaning to. I shake it off, trying to laugh at myself for being so ridiculous. I'm starting to freak myself out about a phone call. I have nothing to be scared of. Nothing. I look back at the girl in the mirror, who smiles tentatively back at me. 

After all, it was probably only a prank call. 

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