"Ouch!"
"Hold still I'm almost finished."
"You said that ten minutes ago." I huff as Ally pulls out another one of her brushes. She places it on my face. This one is much softer that the last one and she hasn't poked me yet. I soon find my self relaxing under the gentle touch of the bristles as they glide over my face leaving a thin layer of foundation behind.
"All done" she says pulling the brush away from my face. She notices the frown creeping into my face.
She chuckles a bit, "You liked that one didn't you. This one is a favorite of mine, it cost me a fortune but it was worth every penny."
I smile and nod in agreement, she was right, it did feel really good but all good things must eventually come to an end.
It wasn't until I heard a soft but still noticeable patting noise that drew me out of my thought. I turn to see Ally with two pencils in her hand tapping them rapidly against her history book.
"What are you doing?" I ask with a hint of what I hope sounded like amusement in my voice.
"Creating a drum roll of course. Everyone does it before unveiling their masterpieces," she replies while still tapping away on the surface of her book, slowly getting faster with each tap. She takes one of her hands and rests it on the edge of my chair.
"Gwenyth Abigal Dawson are you ready to be unveiled?" She asks with a low dramatic voice.
"Uh sure" I reply, not seeing the big deal, especially for her to use my full name. I only told it to her maybe once or twice, I'm a bit surprised that she remembered.
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Fangs
VampireLove...that's the thing we all want in life isn't it? To love someone and to be loved by someone. My name is Gwyneth Dawson and this is my story. Gwyneth Dawson is a small town girl who just wants a normal, safe life. In her Junior year at Ferguson...
