A punk. She looked like a total punk. A hellbent for leather biker chick with piercings and tattoos, all around.
Her attire consisted of nothing but black! Starting from the top, she was sporting a spiked choker over her neck that seemed slightly loose. A fancy (some might say sexy) leather jacket with spike rivets. Underneath it was a skin-tight cropped dark T-Shirt with the words "BAD GIRL" printed over her chest. Curiosity getting the better of her Jamie turned herself around to see if anything was on the jacket's back. Much to her embarrassment, there was. An image of a snake wrapped around three skulls, eating a rose. Above it was the word "COMPLETE" and below it was the word "BITCH".
Complete Bitch. Jamie had a sudden urge to hurl.
Both her wrists bore studded leather bands while her hands played host to fingerless leather gloves. Going down further, she spotted a very distinct marking on her midriff, a framed tattoo of the word BABY GIRL with three skulls, located at the beginning, center, and end. Jamie spotted a few more inks but couldn't get a good enough look at them. Her pants consisted of skin-tight, leather low-rises, complete with zipper pockets, rivets, and laces for tightening, fastened by an otherwise unremarkable black belt. Finishing it all off was possibly the silliest pair of boots she'd ever seen. Knee highs with zippers and five straps for tightening! Jamie would have laughed if she wasn't the one wearing them.
Concerning her face? Rather than a ponytail, Jamie's hair was down and loose, albeit dyed black. Her makeup took a more punk and goth manner of application. No blush was present, dark eyeshadow, and her lips were jet black, though with a subtle touch of gloss. Both her ears were pierced, as was her right eyebrow and the left side of her nose. Reflection Jamie was sporting a clear "I'm so pissed off" look on her face, even though Jamie bore no such expression.
Her room was also different. It looked more finished, if slightly unkempt, with clothes on the floor and cups on the nightstand. On her walls were countless posters of heavy metal bands. KISS, Iron Maiden, Guns and Roses, Megadeth, Metallica, etc. She frowned. Yeah, her dad was into that stuff but not her. As the reflection started to fade, Jamie could make out a photo on her nightstand. It took some effort but just as the image vanished, she could make out the contents.
It was a photo of her punk self with her friend Annette, arms over their shoulders and grinning.
With the image gone, Jamie felt a strange chill come over her. Just what the hell did she just see?
Perhaps some company was needed?
Walking to the living room, Jamie plopped herself on the couch and fired up her phone. As she looked up Annette's number, a smile crossed her lips.
"Complete Bitch"
She chuckled. She thought it vulgar at first but now?
It sounded pretty badass...