Quinn Crimson Campbell lives a hard life. From the moment her father left six years ago and took all the money, they've been a poor family. And then her sister left two years later, embarrassed and ashamed of the family she had to live in. Then it w...
It was twenty minutes past five in the evening and I was sprawl out on my bed, reading Grimm's Fairy Tales. So sue me, I'm addicted to fairy tales.
"Quinn!" Mom knocked on my door loudly. "Are you ready?"
"No!" I yelled, closing my book and tossing it aside.
"Well then, you better get ready quick! Or I'm taking your car keys away!"
"No!" I exclaimed, horrified at the thought of no car, no matter how ugly it looked. "I'm getting dressed!"
I heard Mom's footsteps moving away and got out of bed reluctantly. I threw open my closet and stared at the contents in it. What am I even going to wear? Definitely not a dress. But the dress Harper gave me wouldn't be so bad... No... I'm not going to wear the dress.
"Quinn!" Mom's voice shouted.
"It's only been five minutes, Mom! Give me some time!"
"I"m giving you twenty-five minutes!"
"Yes, Mom," I mumbled, moving my hand through the racks of clothing in my closet.
In the end, I settled on a pair of tight ash grey jeans, a white lace tank top, and a thin, long-sleeve leopard print shirt. I button half the buttons on my shirt, leaving the top half unbuttoned so my top showed. I sat on my bed and pulled on black socks over my feet. After dressing, I carefully applied my makeup: eyes lined, a thin layer of mascara, and red lipstick. I stood up from the chair at my makeup table and went over to my drawers, taking out my black clutch purse and opened it. I put my phone in, along with a pack of tissues, a small compact mirror, a pack of baby wipes, and my keys. I snapped the purse shut, looked in my makeup mirror, then threw open my door, stepped out and close it, then bounded down the stairs.
"Mom!"
Mom glided out of the living room. She was wearing a knee-length off shoulder lavender dress. Her wavy hair was combed out perfectly and piled on her head in a updo wedding bun. A small flower clasp was clipped onto the bun. On her feet were pale purple satin heels.
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"You look beautiful, Mom," I said, admiring her dress.
Mom beamed and twirled, showing me her strapless back. "Isn't it," she agreed. "You ready?"
"Yep. How are we getting there?"
Mom blushes. "Well, James might've told me he would send a car to fetch us."
I giggled and went down the last of the steps. "Seems like he really, really likes you."
If possible, Mom's cheeks darken more. "Quiet, Quinn."
I giggled again and went to the front hall. I put on my favorite canvas low top sneakers. Mom followed me.
"Shouldn't you put on a coat in case you get cold or something?" I asked Mom.
