SadieZay wrote: Marissa The Monster Part ONE by SadieZay
One day I met this girl, way back in kindergarten. I was playing with my plastic butterflies and she waddled over and slapped the butterflies right out of my hand. Of course, I whined. She protested that she was "this many," which was 6 in kindergarten language, and also a year above me. Then I simply didn't care anymore and we played a game of talking butterflies together. From that moment on, Marissa August Jones had manipulated me. Right up until 5th grade. I decided I wasn't going to be fooled by Marissa's games. I cut my ties with her. Marissa, being the nasty bitch she is, flipped her dirty blonde hair and strutted away with her sidekicks, Tubby Tina and Sassy Sasha. I was known as Klutzy Kendall, until now when I got right up in Monstrous Marissa's face and told her I was done. That's the background story of Marissa and I.
Over the years since 5th grade, Marissa has done everything in her power to make me miserable. She tells rumors about me to my crushes, she tattles on everything I do, and she trips me in front of everyone.
Now I'm in 8th grade, as a 13 year old, and Monstrous Marissa is just a year ahead of me because of her age. I'm at the start line of puberty, with 28AA breasts, while Marissa is almost at the finish line with bigger-than-average breasts. I have long, wavy black hair and she has long, wavy dirty blonde hair. I have blue eyes. She has blue eyes. Ugh.
One bright, sunny 4th of July day, my family was having a party. We invited tons of people, family, close friends, neighbors, everyone. I was dressed in a red, white and blue lacy summer dress. My hair was in a neat bun. Everyone was happy, and I was eating a tasty, festive cupcake when my heart sank. The door swung open, and in walked the terrible, the horrible, the very bad Monstrous Marissa in a white summer dress. She had one blue heel and one red heel. She was disgusting.
"Marissa! Dear, it's so good to see you!" My grandma said, hugging her.
"Oh Kendall, you remember Marissa right?" My dad replies,
"Yes. I remember Marissa." I spat.
"Why don't you girls go catch up? Show her to your room, Kenz." My mom told me. I was sweating with anxiety and anger.
As we climbed the stairs, I tried to keep my breathing steady and avoid the urge to attack her. Who would have the urge to go to their enemy's Fourth of July party? WHO?
When we arrived at my room,
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You seem to have cut this off mis sentence.
Also you might want to put some spacimg between paragraphs fot easy reading and to avoid - The wall of text!
Now the build ups down Im looking forward to the next part.
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SadieZay wrote: Marissa The Monster Part ONE (second half) by SadieZay
When we arrived at my room, she threw her bag to the side as she slammed the door. She suspiciously walked around the room slowly, glancing at every single object.
Finally I decided not to keep my eyes on her at all times. I played Flappy Bird on my phone while she was "looking in the mirror." Or so I thought.
Suddenly, she grabbed the a key from my table and shoved it in the door, locking us in,
"Why the hell would you do that?!!" I questioned, my anger rising.
"Oops, sowwy." She said with a puppy dog face. My anger was boiling and out of pure rage and hatred my hand lifted itself and slapped her square in the face. She yelped. I was shocked at what I did.
"Oh, so we're going to play that game, huh, Kiddy Kendall?"
"I...."
"Shut the hell up!" Marissa said, as she twisted my arm and kicked my leg making me lose my balance. I fell onto the hard wooden floor and face planted.
"How does that feel?" She stomped on my back, keeping me pinned to the floor and grabbed something out of her bag. I felt a cold metal on my wrists. Cuffs!
I screamed but Marissa silenced it with a dirty sock in my mouth. It was disgusting.
Finally I was lifted up to a standing position. Marissa was seated in MY chair,
"Now, Kiddy Kendall, I want you to listen to me very carefully. We are going to play a little game, it's called....Marissa Says. Like Simon Says, but with me!" I squealed in my sock and wiggled but she slapped me.
"Marissa Says...spit the sock out." I spit the sock out.
"Marissa Says...." Then Marissa retrieved her phone and recorded me. " Say 'I'm a whore.'" I hesitated.
Where would she put this? Who would see it? Should I run? What if - CRASH. I look to my right and there on the floor is my flower vase, but in dozens of pieces. Marissa's snarky face looked at me.
"Say it!"
"I'm a whore!" She laughed
"Marissa says......turn around." As I was turned, Marissa removed my cuffs.
"Marissa says......strip." I gawked at word. Strip? With Monstrous Marissa recording me? I just couldn't! But then Marissa grabbed something from my messy table and dangled it in front of my face. My phone! Then she grabbed my water bottle and uncapped it.
"What have you got on here?" Marissa said as she scrolled through my privacy and sneering comments like,
"Was Kiddy Kendall watching this?"
"Looks like Kiddy Kendall has a little girl crush on Josh!"
"Oh my goodness! Kiddy, why is there a knife emoji on my contact? I think we need to remove that." And with that, Monstrous Marissa poured half of the water all over my iPhone 6S.
"Now, Marissa says STRIP." I was on the verge of tears. I slowly took off my shoes.
"Get going, I don't have all day." Marissa ordered.
I took the straps of my dress and reluctantly pulled it down. Then, the dress fell. I was only in my white bra and white panties. Marissa laughed and laughed as she recorded me.
"Keep going!" She said.
My heart sunk. I had to be totally naked? Pulling my bra off, the blinking light of Marissa's phone flashed in the corner of my eye. Ugh, how could I ever look her in the eye again knowing I did this?
Once my bra was off and my boobs popped out, I yanked down my panties. Marissa moved around so she could get every angle of my body.
"Good girl. Now, since you were a naughty girl, I think we need a spanking, don't we?" A spanking? I was 13 years old. I don't get "spankings." That was absolutely unbelievable.
"Marissa says.....lay down right here." Marissa patted her lap after setting up the recording camera on the dresser. I slowly walked over.
"Please just let me go, I'll do anything, I'll do your homework, I'll carry your books, anything." I pleaded.
"Oh, you'll do all of those things too! But all naughty kids need a punishment." And with that, Marissa pulled me on her lap bent over.
"Have you been a bad girl Kiddy Kendall?"
"Y-yes."
"That's yes Miss Marissa, to you." She said with a slap on my behind. I yelped in pain.
After a few spanks leaving my butt red, Marissa grabbed an object from my dresser. Suddenly, I felt the plasticky material of my hair brush on my bottom. The slapped me quick and hard. It stung so bad. When would this end?
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Hey lovelies! So I'm SO sorry about the cut-off, I was previewing it and accidentally press post. Hope you enjoyed the second half of this story though! Second part will be out soon - hopefully! <3
-Sadie