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[writergirl-2001]

What’s My Name?

Chapter 1

A/N: This is my very first story on tumblr. I hope you like it.

Every little girl has a favorite princess. A pretty face with a handsome prince that sets unrealistic expectations for what they would get in their futures. I was not like those little girls. No no no. I always had a favorite villain. Oh yes, the likes of Cruella De Vil, Maleficent, Jafar, Captain Hook, the Evil Queen, the lot of them. I was charmed by them. I was obviously a loner growing up. Bullied, ignored, constantly pushed into trash cans and lockers. I never fought back, until I did.

It was just after my 15 birthday. My outfit of choice was a creation of my own design, inspired by my favorite villain Cruella. It was a simple design, consisting of a red halter top with a sweetheart neckline, a half black half white jacket, and black pants with studded combat boots. My hair was cut in the style of a bob and curled as wild as Cruella’s herself. And my makeup was fairly simple, some black and red glitter eyeliner. Urban Decay was, and still is, so inventive.

“Hey!” The taunting voice of Ella Ward screeched through my ears like nails on a chalkboard. Like always I tried to ignore her. But of course, every bully had to have their voice heard.

“Bitch I’m talking to you!” She screeched again. I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t waste your breath darling. I don’t stoop to the level of trash like you.” I purred in a voice as smooth as silk.

She scoffs in outrage before grabbing my hair and throwing me against the locker. I gasped as my body slid to the floor. And then I felt it, the deep seated anger bubbling throughout my body.

“That fucking does it.” I say before standing up and grabbing my laughing bully by her own hair and pulling as hard as I could. She screams as I throw her body to the floor and deliver a hard blow to her nose.

“How does it feel?” I ask her as she holds her bleeding nose, crying her eyes out.

“Feels bad doesn’t it?” I ask her. She continues crying.

I was suddenly grabbed by the assistant principal and dragged to the office while teachers fawned over Ella and her broken nose. I scoffed.

“All the times she’s thrown me into lockers and trash cans. All the times she’s heat me behind the school, you never said a word.” I growled.

I made myself a promise. Nobody would ever hurt me again.

Long story short, my mother was called. We had a whole meeting, and I was suspended for a week. When my mother walked me out of the building, she had such a look of disappointment in her eyes.

“Mom she deserved it. You know she did.” I said.

“Of course she did Y/N. She deserved everything you gave her. But what happens if you come into contact with another mean girl? Are you gonna get violent again?” She asked.

“Nobody is ever going to treat me like shit again.” I said.

“While that may be, know that you have a choice when you’re faced with a situation like this my love. You either give into the hateful and violent voice inside your head, or you humble yourself and rise above it. What is your choice?” She asked me.

I grabbed my mother’s hands that day. And I made her a promise. I promised her that I would rise above the hateful voice. And I did. For a time at least.

6 years later, I had humbled myself like my mother said. Well, Y/N did. She was a humble and kind assistant to the biggest arseholes in LA. Grayson and Ethan Dolan, the poster twins for being good little boys, except they weren’t. They were secretly the biggest mob bosses in LA. The both of them had a common enemy in the mob and LA world whom they were not yet aware of. Evilyn Morningstar, the real me. I was also a mob boss, everyone in the underground always referred to me as the Queen of LA. And that was valid, because I am a queen. A queen of deadly, fashionable genius. And the Dolan Twins picked the wrong one to mess with. My initial plan is to take everything from Ethan and Grayson, destroy them from the inside out. And my darling Y/N was going to help me.

A/N:

I hope you enjoy this first chapter. I appreciate any feedback but please keep it respectful. There’s enough hate going around. Let’s just be positive!

[writergirl-2001]

Quote from a poem I just wrote

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Quote from a poem I just wrote

[writergirl-2001]

Hi, I’m new to Tumblr. This is an original quote that I wrote. I hope you enjoy my writing if you stumble across my page