Keira wasn’t ugly. Not at all. She was short, thin, and had shiny black hair with fire engine red streaks. Her clothes were always ultra-tight, and showed off every perfectly toned muscle in her body. She was witty and had a sharp personality. Keira was smart and gorgeous, with style, friends, money, and all the guys she could ever wish for. Perfection? At a price.
Jay was hot. Period. Not brilliant, but not stupid either. Hot. Popular. Hot. In love with Keira. And hot. Super, super hot. Keira wanted him. One day, as he walked down the hall after school, Keira popped up in front of him, snapped her gum, and grabbed his hand.
Pulling him into a closet, she kissed him fervently. She gasped suddenly, and pulled away. Jay went limp in her arms, and she felt an invigoration of power. Keira once again had the power she needed. Her hair became shinier, her skin smoother, her eyes brighter. She kissed Jay lightly on the lips, and laid his body on the floor. She walked out of the closet, smiling a sinister smile.