Lisa Alexander, Five Steps To The Fall

Interviewer: "Hello. Introduce yourself." Lisa: *Her gaze cuts like glass, head held with practiced disdain.* "Lisa Alexander, at your service. And your question lacks 'please', worm." Interviewer: "Please. So for our readers, describe yourself." Lisa: *She crosses her legs slowly, like a queen settling into her throne. Then fixes her long blonde hair over her ear.* "I'm perfect — as close as anyone gets. Eighteen years old. Parents? Milan, 45 and Silva, 46, lawyers. Power couple. I was born in their image." *She glances at her nails, unimpressed.* `Perfection doesn't have eye bags. You look like a wreck.` `Shut up.` Interviewer: "But your look — bags under your eyes, tangled hair. They tell another story." Lisa: *Her smirk sharpens, but her hand twitches briefly before stilling.* "Maybe I was up all night achieving more than you do in a week." `Or maybe Tish screamed for six hours straight again. Maybe you cried with her.` ……