Once the alarm went off, both girls groaned wanting to sleep for another hour. Unfortunately, dinner with the Hollis' was happening very shortly. Both girls got out of their bed and walked over to the bathroom to freshen up. Carmilla washed her face as Laura brushed her teeth, vice versa. Once they we're woken up, Carmilla walked over to her dresser while Laura walked over to her closet. Laura pulled out a lovely form fitting black dress that showed off her neck and her toned arms. Carmilla slid into her infamous leather pants, threw on a black tank, and topped it with a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. "Hey Laura, can you pass me my red heels?"
“Absolutely thunderstruck, he couldn’t speak. He looked at Ben. whose arm was now protectively around Elizabeth’s shoulder. Ben tried to look him straight in the eye and then lowered his
“That was the ultimatum she gave Elizabeth because she was out of control, she started stealing, breaking into people houses, cars and fighting a lot, my mother was tired of Elizabeth getting in all kind of trouble so that’s why she gave her that ultimatum but Elizabeth wasn’t listening to anyone so she just left.” “After she left, did she ever come back.” ask
“Oh the day has come!” Patrick sang as he entered the room. He wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and hugged her, “Oh Beth, have no fear, he will say yes. To bad he wasn't the one to
Once we got to the school Chelsea parked her car and got out her heels clicking against the pavement. "Let's go ladies I don't want to be late it's bad for my- our reputation" she says with a quick smile. I rolled my eyes getting out of the car and pulling my bag over my shoulder. "You should put on some mascara" Bethany says pulling out her makeup bag. "I have some on" I quickly respond, "suit yourself, lashes are a big part of looking good" she says shoving her makeup bag back in her purse. Gaby silently exits the car and scurrying over next to Chelsea and Beth.
Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”
Jane parked Trent’s car and climbed out, taking a moment to look around. It wasn’t the best neighborhood in Lawndale. Not bad by any means, but not as nice as Daria’s. It certainly wasn’t where she expected a fashion princess to live. Stacy’s home was average for the neighborhood, a modest two story house painted a soft blue; it was set apart by a beautifully manicured lawn with flowering bushes lining the front of the house and a pair of small, well groomed trees in the yard. It didn’t suit a fashion princess, but it seemed to suit the girl she’d been getting to know the past week. Jane reminded herself again to try not to freak Stacy out and headed up the walk. She knocked on the door and, after a short wait, a woman who looked to
Go back in time think of what it would be like to live in the 70’s, where everything was disco, and women were looked at from a whole new perspective. Within the town of woodsberry there was a little girl named Emily who was 9 years old, but she always felt like she was all grown up. She was a proper girl who always liked to dress-up and wear her mother’s shoes, although there weren’t many shoes, she made do with what she was given. Her mother, Eleina was a 32 year old housewife and her father, Jonah was a 36 year old factory manager. They lived in a 2 bedroom apartment right by main street; one of the busiest streets in the city.
Courtney and Becca had refused to let her wear anything from her own closet, and had instead dressed her in a combination of things from both of theirs. Becca had insisted on doing her hair and makeup, and by the time they were done she barely even recognized herself. Now she stoid in front of the house, in a dress so short she swore it was actually a shirt, and heels she could barely stand in much less walk. She made it work, though, doing her best to strut her way inside. She wanted Lloyd to accept her into the life he had made for himself here, she was almost dedperate to prove to him she had
Gentle footsteps pattered across the hardwood floor as Ariana roamed into her kitchen, melodies from her phone flowing through the stereo. It was eleven o'clock at night, and an unbounded joy seemed to surge through the brunette's veins. Liz would be there at any moment, leaving them to spend their night together as they had done years back. Life had taken ahold of their friendship, and, although it still stood strong, opportunities for them to get together were far and few between. Since the two had first met, Ariana always admired the other girl. There was something about her confidence, or maybe even the way she carried herself. Just the thought of Liz could usually bring a truly authentic smile to her face, and in a way no one else seemed to do, as well.
“MOM!” Diana can hear up the stairs, through the thin walls. Her daughter, Scarlet, stomps up the creaky wooden stairs, careful to skip the missing step. Diana calls exasperatedly, “In here, Scarlet.” Slamming the door open, Diana’s eleven-year-old daughter storms across the small, cozy room, coming to a stop at her mother’s queen-sized bed. A tear sheds from Scarlet’s hazel eyes, her auburn hair falling across her fair face. Dread seethes through Diana’s veins, fear rising from the pit of her almost-anorexic stomach. “Scarlet, what is it? Talk to me,” she pleads. The child’s mouth twists into a grimace as she mumbles, “Josh told me the reason you don’t spend time with me anymore is because-because you don’t love me.”