There was a buzz left in her wake, riding the tail of her light summer coat as the edges trailed along the ground behind her. Myrtle smiled as the buzzing turned into screaming. She glanced behind her to see some girls almost tearing at each other's throats, vicious animals native to the school courtyard. Others still whispered, stealing glances her way. Myrtle grinned back at those who caught her eye.
As she passed the sporting fields, the young men stopped racing about and turned to look. They threw themselves against the wire fences just to get a glimpse, as if she were a celebrity. She paused to flash her blinding pearly whites in their direction, causing many to go weak and fall to their knees. Any longer of a look and several pools of liquid would be all that was left of them.
If they knew the truth, Myrtle wondered, what would they do then? Would the girls still scream? Would the guys still stop and stare? Would they all still be in awe?
The idea of losing their adoration, of losing it all, made her want to claw at someone's throat. She rounded a corner, and away from prying eyes, allowed herself to fall against the brick wall and slide down along it to the ground.The thought made her want to melt into a puddle.
Myrtle beamed as she emerged, all eyes on her once again. She lapped the attention, water that ensured her survival. She closed her eyes, drinking in the sound of her name, a chant coming at her from all directions. She'd never tire of it.
Exhaling, Myrtle picked up the pace, eyes not straying from the light at the end of the tunnel; the door to her trailer. As she stepped inside and closed the door behind her with a bang, the noise suddenly died away. Myrtle let herself fall against the door and sighed. "I can't do this," she muttered, running her fingers through her perfect hair, then immediately wishing she hadn't, because it would ruin the hours she'd spent in the hair and makeup chair that morning...
Pushing herself up from the door, Myrtle began pacing the length of her small trailer. "Are they kidding me with this? Can't they keep those pesky paps away?" Pausing, she peered out the window. There were a few people with cameras out there, but far more were armoured with notebooks and pens.
Taking a breath, Myrtle stuck a smile to her face before she reached out and opened the door to go back outside. Waiting by the step was her young assistant, coffee in hand. Myrtle took it without acknowledging her as she began the walk through the crowd. She took a swig of the coffee, allowing it to sit in her mouth for barely a moment before she turned and spat it out on the cement.
"What is this?" Myrtle turned to glare at her assistant, coffee cup clutched in her fingers as if it were toxic. "Celeste, there is absolutely no hint of peppermint in this at all."
"I'm sorry, Miss," Celeste squeaked, taking the cup from her. "I'll get you a fresh one right away,"
The moment Celeste disappeared from sight, Myrtle turned her attention to the crowd around her, all eyeing her eagerly. She grinned brightly at them, softening to the sweet starlet they all loved. She took a breath and stepped toward them, the chanting of her name like music to her ears.
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Exhaling, Myrtle picked up the pace, eyes not straying from the light at the end of the tunnel; the door to her trailer. As she stepped inside and closed the door behind her with a bang, the noise suddenly died away. Myrtle let herself fall against the door and sighed. "I can't do this," she muttered, running her fingers through her perfect hair, then immediately wishing she hadn't, because it would ruin the hours she'd spent in the hair and makeup chair that morning...
Pushing herself up from the door, Myrtle began pacing the length of her small trailer. "Are they kidding me with this? Can't they keep those pesky paps away?" Pausing, she peered out the window. There were a few people with cameras out there, but far more were armoured with notebooks and pens.
Taking a breath, Myrtle stuck a smile to her face before she reached out and opened the door to go back outside. Waiting by the step was her young assistant, coffee in hand. Myrtle took it without acknowledging her as she began the walk through the crowd. She took a swig of the coffee, allowing it to sit in her mouth for barely a moment before she turned and spat it out on the cement.
"What is this?" Myrtle turned to glare at her assistant, coffee cup clutched in her fingers as if it were toxic. "Celeste, there is absolutely no hint of peppermint in this at all."
"I'm sorry, Miss," Celeste squeaked, taking the cup from her. "I'll get you a fresh one right away,"
The moment Celeste disappeared from sight, Myrtle turned her attention to the crowd around her, all eyeing her eagerly. She grinned brightly at them, softening to the sweet starlet they all loved. She took a breath and stepped toward them, the chanting of her name like music to her ears.
