Sabrina opened her eyes and smiled. She had the perfect life. She loved everyone and everyone loved her. A few days before, she hated the idea of being sweet all the time. But now, she couldn't imagine not being sweet. It just felt better to be kind to people than to be mean to people. There was good in everyone. Sabrina just went out of her way to find it.
She got out of bed, stretching her arms as she did. It was finally Friday, the day of the big game. She never had a good opinion of cheerleading until the previous day. It was so much fun! How could she have ever had such a bad opinion of it? Her old life was so dark and disturbing. Sometimes she was even frightened by it. She had no idea how she could even like being like that. But now that was all behind her. Hopefully, she would never have to be like that ever again.
Amber's alarm clock went off, forcing her awake. She slammed the snooze button and snapped "Shut the fuck up! I'm sleeping!"
About ten minutes later, the alarm went off again. She groaned, then hit the snooze again. She drifted back to sleep.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP ...
"Fuck!" she yelled out, actually waking up and staying up this time. "Fine, I'm up!"
She turned off her alarm and got out of bed. She didn't get much sleep, thanks to being out so late with Jon and Jessica at The Spiked Pit. Actually, most of the previous night was kind of a blur. She couldn't remember if that was alcohol-related or drug-related, but she really didn't care. And she didn't care one fuck what others thought either.
Amber used to be a sweet loving person, but ever since the swap, she had become increasingly intolerant of the people around her. Some called her bitchy and that was probably about right. An asshole would be another accurate description. But she didn't care. She didn't give a fuck what people thought of her. Why would their opinions mean anything anyway? The world was nothing but a giant shithole filled with fucking idiots that were more interested in themselves than anyone else.
She looked at herself in her mirror. She was still dressed in her previous day's clothes: a black leather corset, a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and black knee-high buckled boots with three-inch stacks. She smirked, liking what she saw. She was glad to have gotten rid of her old goodie-two-shoes life. "You won't see me wearing any fucking pink," she whispered to herself. "Except for my hair," she added, smiling.
As she turned away from the mirror and began to get undressed, she thought about what she wanted to wear that day.
