The world is often a bright, and easy place for you to be eighteen. Unfortunately, birthday boredom and a school rumor lead me to the Extreme Dare Club. Seven months ago I was Stacy Marks, a B student; and geek. Now, well let’s jump back to the day it all began.
“Sorry, it’s your mother’s family. Sweetheart, you know how they are” my dad said into my red hair. I sighed and blurted out in a baby voice I often found annoying “keel the redhead left-handed demon slut away” and followed with a low-toned “get the pitchforks, the tar”. It was at this point my mom stuck her head in and simply said “it’s time Paul” with that, my ice queen mother and my dad disappeared into the dark. I watched the taillights fade into the business that is Detroit.
I downloaded the game and set up my account and that’s when I lost my sense of direction in life. The first few were simple tasks pulling my hair into braided pigtails and looking for clothing options to show these strangers. It didn’t take long, I was about to leave our tiny rundown house without a bra on, a shirt cut in a third and shorts rolled up so far they were a thong. All of this is in light shades of pink. My circus tent top exposed the lower half of my breasts, which were rated as a three out of ten. With a few deep breaths, I stepped outside.