THE BEFORE PARTY
"Get up!" - a very unpleasant voice screams above my head.
"Whaa... Sandy?" - I look up.
"Come on! We must get ready for the party!" - she shakes my shoulder.
I take a look at the wall clock.
"It's 9 A.M.!"- I rub my eyes.
"Duh! THere's so much to do! Manicure, pedicure, hair... Come on, hurry up!" - she shouted.
I wanted to roll my eyes but I haven't had a right moment. She stared at me with that terrifying look until I got up.
"So, we're going on a party?"- I smile casually.
Well, as casual as it can be after you've just experienced someone yelling in your ear in early morning.
"It's not just a party, it's THE PARTY! I think this is going to be the biggest party of the season! Oh, wait... I don't think, I'm hundred percent sure!"- she made that disgusting smile that is supposed to show extreme excitement.
Although the smile was disgusting, she looked amazing.
"What makes it so special?"- I ask.
"Well, first, Matthew Guttenberg is hosting, so that means a lot of expensive liquor, good music and a large swimming pool!" - she whispered.
It was one of those "loud whispers".
"Wait, liquor? I'm only 15."- I say.
"Oh please, if police shows up we'll use fake IDs."- she waves with her hand like it's a piece of cake.
"If police shows up?! Why would police show up?"- I ask anxiously.
"Relax H! Loud music plus annoying neighbours equals police." - Sandy says.
"I don't know..."- I shake my head.
"Oh come on, don't be such a kid!"
Well, that is my weak point. I'm only fifteen, but I don't like to be treated as a child. I think I am mature enough. I'm not anyone's baby. I'm not a party breaker either.
"You know what?! Let's hit that party!"- I smile.
"That's the spirit!"- Sandy claps her hands.
After a looong and very exhausting (trust me, very exhausting) day with Sandy, it's time for, as Sandy calls it, "final touches" for the party. As I haven't took any of those treatments Sandy has, I look like an oak tree in the middle of winter while she looks like a fully decorated Christmas tree.
I put on my fancy jeans and my favourite T-shirt. Yeah it's red and it say's "Falala".
So I walk back in "my" room (I don't like changing clothes in the same room with Sandy because she might pay attention on my not so flawless legs) and see Sandy applying a very large amount of silver sequins on her eye lids. Maybe someone'd say that sounds too much, but believe me, Sandy looks like ice princess. While I... Well I just need a green hat to be officially declared as Santa's elf.
"Wow, Sandy you look gorgeous!"- I smile.
"I know."- she puts on one of those 'Sandy loves herself' smiles - "You look... What on Earth are you wearing?!" - she gives me a stare.
"Well... My best outfit."- I put on a nervous smile.
Sandy starts laughing. And laughing. And laughing. I could swear for a moment or two she was choking. She looked like a real life LOL emoticon.
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Miss Shy
Teen FictionHaley Nolan, 15-year old girl, shy as the squirrel. When her five years older cousin Sandy gives her a visit, she's dragged in the world of parties. Haley tries to relax in this new world around her, but she can't escape from herself. Shy and naive...
