Taylor Summer I Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

“Go ahead! Cry, scream! Show the world that face and tell them I bullied you. Do it!” My voice rose sharply at the end. The memory of the acid burning away my features in my previous life flashed through my mind. Overwhelmed with rage, I stomped on her face twice before finally turning to leave. … Downstairs by the school building, my desk mate, Rachel Summers, was waiting for me. “PE class started ages ago. What were you doing up there?” I replied casually, “Oh, just bullying the new girl.” She turned to me in shock. “What?!”

"Tell your sister what you've done." I turned slowly, already knowing what I'd see. Taylor stood in the doorway, perfect as always. Designer dress, flawless makeup, that look of calculated innocence she'd perfected years ago. I squared my shoulders, ready for whatever came next.

If even one of them were a one, I’d lose. She scoffed. “What a joke. Did you learn that trick from some internet tutorial? That only fools amateurs, not me.” I lifted the first die, which showed a six. The second was another six, and the same for the third and fourth. Now, only one die remained. If it were six, I’d win. If it were one, I’d lose. Taylor’s confidence was crumbling, her brows knitting together. “Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!”

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

Then he left me in silence, the lock sliding home behind him. The quiet stretched long, broken only by my own shallow breaths and the sound of my stomach twisting against me. I sat on the edge of my bed until the boards beneath me groaned like they, too, disapproved of my weight. It was Carlene who returned after dusk, the smell of herbs clinging to her cloak. She did not look me in the eyes as she set bundles on the table: sharp sprigs of feverfew, bitter stalks of pennyroyal, dried sage tied with twine. She worked swiftly, fingers deft, as if she had done this a hundred times before.

I hate myself* “Summer.” Taylor stood at the top of the diner steps, still wearing that ring. She came down slowly and stopped a few feet away, looking me over. “Jealousy really isn’t a good look,” she said pleasantly. “Just so you know.” “I tripped. It was an accident.” *Why can’t she just leave me alone, let me cry in peace?* *Not here, Summer. Not now.* I held back the tears building up, my whole throat aching with the effort.

Don’t tell me, they actually think that I’m too pretty that they have to put up the effort to make my eating look flawless? Haha no way. What in the world am I thinking? “The other reason is,” Taylor cleared his throat again. “…Because you are too pretty to look at.” The entire dining hall went silent. “…What-” “Pfft!” I immediately snapped my neck to Aran. He was lowering his head, but I could see very clearly from his trembling body that he was dying in holding his laughter. “What…” I turned back to Taylor. I’m just guessing things, but is that really what I thought of? “What do you mean by that…?”

Tyler turned to face him fully. “The food you gave her,” Gray said. “You triggered this. You basically poisoned her.” “Gray.” Summer’s voice came from the bed. “I’m serious.” “This behavior,” Summer said, “is not nice. Stop.” Tyler stood up slowly, and I had known Tyler Chen long enough by proximity to recognize that this was the calm version, the version that came before he decided something needed to be said.

Alex heads over there with his phone texting Taylor "Hey what you are doing, I think we should go camping this summer, it will be fun we get to meet new people, make new friends, and most of all we'll be spending it together " Taylor comes out to their spot, smiling and texting him back "Omg yeah sure that will be fun and I'm getting my stuff packed already". Taylor is super excited about camping this summer, she begins packing her bags, makeup, and some other extra items the night before they embark on their trip to Rainier. The next day Alex and Taylor, Alex get the truck ready, and he gets in turns on the music and sings to the 90s music playing," .Baby how will I leave you when you are a

I unfolded the paper with sheer inquisitiveness, it read; 'Tomorrow, at closing period. Three Horns bar... be early.' Was this some kind of date with Salene, the number one beauty in our class? She rarely talks, though remained one of the most discussed topics in class. We all saw and spoke highly of her. She was perfection personified. A Cinderella in a modernized world. "S–sorry, wh–" I looked up and saw her walking at a distance, she didn't even care to explain what the paper was for, though I had my ideas but still...