The Average life of Avery Greene

Dresses are overrated

After finishing Spanish with Dawn, the school day was over. I still felt like crying after that freaking can of soda fell on me. My shirt ended up drying with a hard, sticky, brown stain on it.

I walked out of the last class of the day, and saw Amy talking to a group of guys. I didn't have a problem with it, but they were people I hadn't seen before.

"Who were they?" I asked while she walked towards Dawn and I. She did a quick turn around before answering. "Just some people. I was telling them about.. Nothing" she smiled. I looked a bit confused before she began to continue speaking.

"By the way.. I'm taking you dress shopping!" she squealed. My right eyebrow went sky high. I looked at her as if she smoked three a day.

"And.. what for? I don't need a dress" I noted. Dresses are too girly.. and way overrated.

"Yeah you do. For the party I said I was planning for you" she added. There was no way in hell I was dress shopping. I hate shopping for shoes, clothing, purses and all of the above.. Theres just no way..

**

"That ones pretty cutel" Dawn said with a smile on her face. I had absolutely no understanding on how this looked acceptable. Since when did neon green ever look good? The material was so bright it could make Ray Charles' eyes squint. I shook my head furiously and crossed my arms.

"Can I pick out a dress? I'm gonna be wearing it anyways.. right?" I asked hoping they'd let me explore the endless isles of frilly, ruddled and beaded dresses. Once they nodded in approval, I was on my way. I looked around before finding something I might actually try on.

I walked back into my dressing room while grabing a hold of a tight black dress. I slid out of the last horrifying one, and slipped into the new one. I absolutely loved the way if complemented my hips. I actually felt confident once I walked out of the tiny room.

The moment they laid eyes on me, their mouths dropped. I smiled and danced a bit. Amy smirked as she threw up a finger that was previously over her crotch. I laughed before looking at myself again.

"Well guys.. I think this is the one" I smiled one last time before the girls nodded their heads in agreement.

*** Avery's birthday***

I woke up to two crazy maniacs jumping on my bed. I quickly covered my eyes while they continued. The sound of the springs had me wanting to cut off my ears like Van Goh.

"Damn this bed makes too much noise.. Don't plan on having sex here" Dawn laughed before hopping off the bed. Why the hell am I awake so early on a Saturday.. and who the hell let them in?

"We're getting ready with you.. for your info" Amy informed while showing me the dress she picked out. I smiled jumped out from under the covers. I twirled around for a bit before getting dizzy. I fell flat on my face, and realized how it must feel being drunk. Before I knew it, I smashed my nose in the carpet.

I blanked out for a moment before feeling the moisture on my upper lip. I licked a bit and tasted blood. I shot up from the floor and looked at myself through the mirror.

"Oh shit" Amy shouted while running up behind me. "You alright?" she questioned while grabbing a tissue on my dresser. I cleaned up as much as possible with the thin material.

"Okay, lets not do that again" Dawn muttered while pushing me into the bathroom. I hopped into the shower while the other girls occupied the other bathrooms.

Since it was a special occasion, I lathered and conditioned my hair with my Biolage hair products. While loving the smell, I rubbed my legs with Nair. I was in no need of cutting myself with a razor. I swear, every time I shave its like Edward Scissorhands giving me a leg massage.

Once I finished, I walked out of the steaming bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around my small frame, and dried myself off.

***

After spending two hours getting ready, we all found ourselves in the back of Amy's dads new car.

"He let you drive this?" I asked.

"You think I'd trice that old beat up piece of shit to the best party of this semester?" she asked retorically. The 90' honda civic was in pretty messed up conditions. It was like transformers on meth.. not even once.