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[indent][color=d3d3d3]After spending most, if not all, of her winter break in the bedroom and no, not for sex, but to sulk in self pity, Chrissie McCoy, Miss Primadonna of King's Academy, found herself deeply staring into the mirror and not recognizing the girl she was seeing. Both of her best friends were out of the country, living their best lives, while she binged all the great chick flicks like [i]Pretty Woman[/i], [i]Mean Girls[/i], [i]A Walk to Remember[/i], [i]My Big Fat Greek Wedding[/i], etc, etc. 

She was ignoring her parents like the plague, and when they wanted to FaceTime, she created the illusion that she did have plans for the holidays which was her excuse to not go home. By illusion, she would put on a dazzling dress, color coordinate her make up, and pretend she was just about to run out and didn't have time to talk. The moment the call ended, she went straight to her bed and rolled up in her downy blanket to be a burrito for the rest of the night. 

Sometimes, she found herself ignoring what was on the TV and scrolling through her social media accounts, vicariously living through her peers, like Santiago and April at their big reveal party, which she hesitated to congratulate them (him). Obviously, she decided against it, only giving him a 'heart', for personal reasons. If it weren't something like that, she went to that prick-of-an-ex-boyfriend's page to judge him and think of ways to destroy him. How could she get even and make him so unfuckable that no woman would want to touch him with a ten foot pole? How could she hurt him so bad and take away everything that brought him joy? How could she... get over him? She was the fool for love, a complete joke to herself, and a total game to him [i][b]AND [/b][/i]his boys. There was no way in hell she'd take that shit lightly. 

Her bedroom had exploded and it felt like it was the perfect display of the disarray that was in her heart. [i]Oh woe is me.[/i] Chrissie was as dramatic as she was inspirational. Two in one deal. A perfect package, if she'd say so herself. Normally, she was a neat freak, but as of late, she let all her food, clothes, and miscellaneous items, like gifts Jason got her since they started dated, take over and turn her floor into a minefield. There were Polaroid pictures scattered everywhere, of him, with burn marks, rips, tears, and holes from pencil stabs. She wanted to tell herself she was better than this, better than him, but in her own isolation, it wasn't the easiest to overcome, and all she could think about was how much she changed who she was to pleasure him. 

[i]Scoff.[/i] 

Looking in the mirror, she shook her head in disgust, knowing that wasn't the type of girl she was. She was a bitch, who put her interests before anyone else's. Yes, she was good at covering up her venomous poison with a bright, welcoming smile and an intimidating amount of kindness, because the rule of thumb was [i]kill 'em with kindness[/i], but this girl right here? In the mirror? Staring right back at her? Letting a little boy consume her mind and make her lose sight of who she was?

FUCK her.

They say honesty is the best policy, and here she was, letting herself drown in his lies. This was going to stop. Now. No more would she stay in this funk. Her girls would be back before she knew it and she'd never be able to forgive herself if they saw her like this, like a hot mess. 

With resolution written in her eyes, she quickly cleaned her room, tossing all the pictures in the garbage. She put his hoodies, and the jewelry he bought her, in a box, out of the way, so she can give it to the less fortunate. When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her room, she threw on active wear and went straight to the Lambert's gym. While she stretched, she texted her girls separately how much she missed them and how she couldn't wait to hear all about their vacations. 

Blasting her Broadway musical playlist, she started getting that pent up aggression out, by forcing herself to vigorously work out. Power up on the bicycle. Double her lifting sets. Beat down the punching bag until her whole body couldn't move any longer. She couldn't leave the gym until her mind turned positive. 

[i][color=76FF7A]What does not kill me, makes me hotter.[/color][/i] 

Long hours in the gym gave her the ability to move almost without sound, and when people see her, they see a petite teenage girl, but being underestimated and having small lithe limbs only meant if people tried her, she'd put them in their place fast. 

[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3bEBKYrR8U][color=76FF7A][i]"I want you whipped into shape
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When you start to cry
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She'd be ready for the New Year. 

[color=76FF7A]"Just you wait."[/color] [/color] [/indent]