What a Girl Wants
Done by Iris Pene
She was everything any teenage girl dreamt of being; tall, blond and beautiful. The kind of girl you would see posing for a cover of a magazine. Captain of the high school cheerleading squad and sat with the popular kids in the cafeteria. She was portrayed exactly how the first daughter should be and this was how she was to be seen through the eyes of the public.
Sitting slumped in the corner of the couch with her shiny hair tied into a messy bun and the glossed pages of a magazine pushed up against her face waiting for her brother to return from the supermarket. Tom and Casey had gone on their fifth honey moon. Being president kept Tom at the office nearly all the time and when he wasn’t at the office, he was with Casey; the 25 year old step mother. The press loved their exposure so, as usual, the house was left to the children.
The cold breeze gushed in from the window next to her as she stretched as far as she could, without actually getting up, to close it. It usually snowed this time in Manhattan so it gave her the excuse to wear long pants and hide the scars on her legs. She stared down upon the white flesh still visible from the deep wounds; the rugged look reminded her of the demons she preferred to keep hidden. Just at the sight she felt discomfort so she covered up and preferred not to think about it.
Looking up gloomily at the cloudy sky, caught in the moment, she began to think of him again. Just the thought of him would spread a smile upon her face. Sudden warmth filled her heart and her stomach turned weak. She recalled their first encounter; at the bakery. He spent most of his time there. On her walks home from school she often glanced through the thick glass door just to catch sight of him. Just to refresh the image of him in her reckless mind. The number of times she thought of shoving the doors open and making him hers was unbelievable. She was hung up on him. His dark brown skin, thick in texture and so smooth, the desire
She was everything any teenage girl dreamt of being; tall, blond and beautiful. The kind of girl you would see posing for a cover of a magazine. Captain of the high school cheerleading squad and sat with the popular kids in the cafeteria. She was portrayed exactly how the first daughter should be and this was how she was to be seen through the eyes of the public.
Sitting slumped in the corner of the couch with her shiny hair tied into a messy bun and the glossed pages of a magazine pushed up against her face waiting for her brother to return from the supermarket. Tom and Casey had gone on their fifth honey moon. Being president kept Tom at the office nearly all the time and when he wasn’t at the office, he was with Casey; the 25 year old step mother. The press loved their exposure so, as usual, the house was left to the children.
The cold breeze gushed in from the window next to her as she stretched as far as she could, without actually getting up, to close it. It usually snowed this time in Manhattan so it gave her the excuse to wear long pants and hide the scars on her legs. She stared down upon the white flesh still visible from the deep wounds; the rugged look reminded her of the demons she preferred to keep hidden. Just at the sight she felt discomfort so she covered up and preferred not to think about it.
Looking up gloomily at the cloudy sky, caught in the moment, she began to think of him again. Just the thought of him would spread a smile upon her face. Sudden warmth filled her heart and her stomach turned weak. She recalled their first encounter; at the bakery. He spent most of his time there. On her walks home from school she often glanced through the thick glass door just to catch sight of him. Just to refresh the image of him in her reckless mind. The number of times she thought of shoving the doors open and making him hers was unbelievable. She was hung up on him. His dark brown skin, thick in texture and so smooth, the desire