Three Pants On Fire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 1 (v.1)

Submitted: July 11, 2010

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dirty secrets and hot models

Brittnee pulled her blonde hair into a messy bun and then applied another coat of her markovich industries lipgloss. Judy picked up her markovich makeup brush and swept her face with a light pink blush on her cheekbones. Abbie pulled her deep brown and red hair back with one hand and sprayed it with hairspray with the other. The three girls applied more lipgloss and smacked their lips together. Brittnee started the engine of her black mercedes and smiled at herself in the mirror. "Do you think they're cute?" asked Abbie as she wiped the excess gloss off. Brittnee scoffed and Judy laughed. "Honey, we wouldn't have gotten dolled up if they weren't." Brittnee answered with attitude. Abbie smiled. "Right." They screeched to a stop in front of Tiffanie's. "God! Fuck! Shit! Brittnee!" Judy stuttered as she hit her head against the front seat. "That's what seat belts are for sweetie." she replied calmly as she opened the door. Abbie unbuckled hers and stepped out of the car. Brittnee threw the keys at the valet and winked. The boy blushed and barely caught them. Judy got out last and then muttered something under her breath. Brittnee turned and glared, but she answered with another.

Brittnee took another glass of pina colada and threw the glass on the table. She gave out a whistle and then laughed. Abbie and Judy gave each other looks and then laughed. "Let's go home now." Abbie suggested. Brittnee looked at her and then scoffed. "Party pooper!" she slurred. Judy stood and then Brittnee laughed again. In another second, she was in the arms of Judy. "She's drunk." she stated the obvious. Abbie smiled and then they left Tiffanie's. The valet opened the passenger's seat for Brittnee and they lifted her inside. Judy slammed the door shut and got into the back. Abbie turned the car on and the engine roared to life. Abbie turned up the stereo as she geared the transmission in check. She backed up a little and then turned the wheel to leave the front. They drove down an unbusy road, jamming to one of their favorites, Calafornia Girls. Brittnee stirred in the chair and Abbie glanced at her. "Do you think she's going to wake up?" she asked Judy. Judy looked at Brittnee and then poked her in the face. "Who knows?" she replied. Abbie and Judy began messing with her and then Judy shrieked.

"Watch out!" she screamed as Abbie turned around. Abbie honked and then slammed onto the breaks. They screamed as they crashed into something. Abbie panted as she opened the door. The car had flipped and Brittnee was still stuck to the car. Judy had dialed 911 in pain and they could hear sirens in the distance. Abbie looked at what they hit. It was a person. A girl, she was young too. She ran over to Judy. "What should we do?Ican't go to jail!" Judy stood slowly and then sighed. "Only one thing to do. Brittnee would want us too. We can't afford her job too."Abbie started to sob and then nodded. The two of them picked the limp body up and then dumped it on the other side of the bridge. Abbie cried and Judy tried to comfort her. A police car and fire truck turned by them and a man stepped out. They asked them questions and ripped the car open to get Brittnee. Suddenly,reality hit. They killed someone.


The young and talented faces of Markovich Industries! Brittnee Taylor Hill! Judy Ashh!And last but not least, Abbie Morgan! These three girls have exceeded expectations!They are on the road to stardome, fame, and more importantly more beauty!Who will-

Judy clicked the television off and set down her bowl of salad. "Britt!" she called from the counter. Brittnee appeared behind her and then sighed. "What do you want?" she growled at her. Abbie pulled her hair to one side and then sat down by Judy. "Hey, calm down!" she shouted back. Brittnee scoffed, but Judy smiled. "So, what did you want?" Brittnee asked, still with attitude. Brittnee was the queen bee, always the boss, the better one. Judy was the shy one, and the least gorgeous according to polls. Abbie was always the last to be announced, but she made the point of them. They were the top of Markovich, no one could tear them down.

They all stared wide-mouthed at the girl that was standing beside Jamey. Abbie and Judy glanced that each other. Their blood was boiling. "Girls, this is Megan Almond." he said. Abbie and Judy tightened their grip on each others hands. "She is a new model so I want you guys to train here. She might be part of the group." Brittnee laughed indisbelief and Jamey nodded nervously and walked away. "Hi!" she beamed, extending a hand. No one reached for it. She pulled it back slowly. "So..." Brittnee stopped her. "Do whatever you want. We aren't your baby sitters." Brittnee walked away, the other two following her. Brittnee turned at the awkward silence. "What is it?" she asked. Abbie looked to the ground. "That girl," she started. Judy cleared her throat and finished. "Was the girl we hit a year ago."


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