I smoothed down my long skirt and made my way up the steps. I knew other girls would probably be wearing something a bit more revealing, after all this is a Halloween party and as Cady says, 'In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.' But I was not up for the short dress that is needed for the mouse costume, or the tight latex suit made for cat woman. Instead, I had decided to go dressed as a girl from the 50's. I sent my best friend Rebekah a quick message asking her to open the door for me and was not at all surprised to see her in a school girl costume once she got here. The short pleated skirt swung from side to side when she walked closer …show more content…
When I arrived I grabbed a Sprite from the fridge and made my way over to the nearest couch. It felt as if time we're going by at the speed of a snail. Why was I even invited to this party? Bekah knows I don't like going to these shindigs, yet there she goes inviting me and forcing me to come. I let out a loud sigh and once again got up to get myself another soda. It seemed like a routine now; get up, go to kitchen, grab soda, finish soda, repeat. I'm pretty sure I've peed about three times in one hour. And where were the goddamned chips that were promised to me by her. Tired of being in the same spot for so long, I decided to go up to Bekah's room and just lie down. It was an average sized room and I remember always being jealous of her because she had her own bathroom whom she shared with absolutely no one, well except guests who stayed in her …show more content…
The one in her bedroom. The one no one was allowed to use, especially at parties thrown by Bekah. No one was even supposed to be in the bedroom area. Suddenly the door was forced open and out stumbled a boy about my age who you could tell had just tripped on some random object. He looked up with a shocked face and then let a sheepish smile stretch across his face. "You didn't see any of that did you?" He asked nervously. I looked at him with confusion and after a few seconds of awkward silence I burst out laughing. "I saw every last bit of that." "Fuck are you kidding me that's so embarrassing," he chuckled as he walked to the end of the bed and finally sitting down. "You do know that the bedrooms are off limits?" I questioned. I'm pretty sure Bekah had informed every single person walking into her home that they weren't allowed to go inside them. I swear I even saw some of that barricade tape on the door of her parent's bedroom, the one that says 'caution, do not
Liv decided being cooped up in my room isn't going to prove anything, so she gave me a makeover. She did my hair and makeup and made me get dressed. I'm wearing my favorite black leggings, a floral, elbow length, shirt and a black beanie with my favorite pink vans. Liv gave me a smokey eye and eyeliner with bronzer under my cheeks. My hair was a mixture of curls a waves down my back.
I walked to the baby carriage and looked at the the bundle of blankets. I took the blanket into my hands and realized that there was nothing wrapped in the plush blanket. “It looks like this might be a baby nursery at one time but I wonder what is behind the oth-” I said until interrupted by the sound of footsteps and whining behind the second door. I quickly ran out of the room signaling Anthony and Kevin to follow. We all hid behind the door once again looking through the separation between the door and the wall.
“It’s not a big deal. I’ve had worse.” I shrugged. I was trying to play it cool. Not a great talent of mine, but with cute guys like him I had to at least try.
was lucky enough to have a childhood that was fairly even-keeled – I celebrated almost as much as I grieved, and laughed as much as I cried. Even though I entered into the adult world with a balanced upbringing, I still couldn’t help but to feel that I did not develop a voice properly due to one significant event.
Painted Girl put her bags down on the counter, tired from a long day at work. Tizio was great. He’d taken her to his uncles place and they’d spent a wonderful day ordering things from his antique store. She looked around the kitchen. Chinese takeout littered the countertop but no one had cleaned up. She picked up a note.
Frank just looked at Gerard and started laughing. “That was actually really fun,” he said.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Did you know that we have cameras inside my house?" My face paled as he pulled out a couple of pictures from his jacket.
She had to rush to her dressing room due to everyone else already being there and in costume. Quickly, she put on her costume and did her hair and make up only to have a stage hand come knocking on the door, giving her the five minute warning.
The pile of clothes on the floor had grown to the point it was level with the bed. Normally this would have driven me crazy. I don't really know what it was about this switch. I just felt...comfortable. I'd been awake for a while, but was just browsing Reddit for a while. Then I noticed the time: 11:45. Going to be late again. I'm mostly muscle memory from this point. Grab my bag and wipe some deodorant on. Smell a few t-shirts in the pile until I find the least offensive one. Cursory tooth brushing. Run out the door to try to catch the bus that will get me to work by 12:10.
My grandma always told me to act like a lady. She would put into my mind that I should always sit with my legs crossed and never talk with food in my mouth. My grandma was the ultimate lady. Maybe I didn’t know what being a lady was all about back then, but I assure you that I know now.
"Do not open that door!" Silvia said, trying to prevent people who wear black robes. But stopped by people who wear red
the usual ghosty appearance .second when Otis family stood in the secret room behind the
If someone told me when I was a little girl that I would help change America, I would have never believed them. I mean, I was 10 years old then. I had long brown hair and wore dresses down to my ankles. I stayed at home all day with Mama, baking and watching my siblings. I did not have an idol, someone to look up to. Well, not until I met a flapper.
“ONLY 1 WEEK ‘TILL PROM!!! YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!” I screeched, looking eagerly at the sign up list for prom queen. I need to win this year. I’m a senior now. It’s my last year. Right then, I realized I didn’t have a dress. It is the most important part of prom. How did I not have one yet? I caught Emauni walking in the hall and sprinted to her as quickly as I possibly
She was wearing a candy striper’s uniform, the dress cut straight and box-like, lace socks sagging around her awkward boney ankles and her hair tied back with a tired-looking ribbon. The electronic buzzer that warned her of entering customers rung it’s hollow tone as I opened the door and Vitya’s face jumped with an adorable surprise.