prettys

Ballet was her future, Jelousy was her life. She was not ugly nor was she evil, she was misunderstood. When she was twenty-five her husband left her called her ugly yet she was beautiful but all she saw in a mirror was an ugly single stupid normal old Ally. Ally started ballet when she was five hasn't stopped yet. she was at the ballet studio night and day, that was Ally's way of coping. One day another girl came in. All Ally thought was how skinny she was and why she didn't put her long blond hair up in a pony tail like most people. Ally was jelous all she thought was that was the kind of person her husband dumped her for. She looked over her shoulder at her. She thought of killing her strangling her with the little black ribbon around her wrist. Eventually the woman left. On Ally's way home she started noticing all the pretty people around her. One girl with long Black hair and hazel eyes, another with red hair and blue eyes. Ally ended up runing home and locking her door. She sat down by the door and rubbed her head "pretty people pretty people" she mumbled to herself. She went to her room and fixed her hair. and reput on her make up, although she wasn't going anywhere she wanted to feel pretty, She messed up her eyeliner."Oh you damned eyeliner" She shouted. She fell asleep on the couch with her makeup on. The next day she put on her dress and went to the ballet studio. She started dancing. The girl from yesterdaywalked in. Ally swore to herself and looked at her she was mad at the point she was crazy. She held her ribbon in her hand. Ally started walking toward her as she spoked Aren't you one of the pretty ones. The other girl didn't notice her. Ally came up behind her and wrapped the ribbon around her neck and squezzes her throat and pulled the ribbon. Soon the woman fell and spat out some blood. Ally looked at her and kicked her. She took her keys and carved into her forehead the word pretty. She looked at the body and laughed. cut a peice of her hair and left. She went home and put the hair in her jewery box. She was happy. very happy. She felt beautiful now She went into her room and looked in her mirror. She looked at herself Aren't you a pretty girl she said. Took a knife carved pretty NOW in her forehead and than took the knife looked at the blood and rubbed her fingers in it the she took then knife and looked in the mirror one last time and thought to herself look how beautiful you are! And plunged the knife in to her body. She shouteed I'm PRETTY before she died, with a smile on her face.