Breathe
That's what I always tell myself. Just breathe.
Except it's not always that simple. I can't breathe when I want to scream. To let out all of my pain. To just be rid of it all.
But I can't. I won't. I will go through whatever it takes to get...
The songs in order are: 1. Bedroom Floor- Liam Payne 2. Confetti- Little Mix
"I don't want to do this" I groan making Isa laugh
"Neither one of us do but we have to and you know it" She responds
"Fine. But I'm not wearing makeup" I say and she laughs yet again
"Never said you had to" She responds
"How did you even do this last year?" I ask as I stand up and go into my bathroom
"I didn't. According to them, "Your twin isn't here so it wouldn't be complete" . I still think it's crap though. Oh, and you have 30 minutes to get ready. The dress we picked out is in your closet, and meet me at the end of the hall when you're done" She tells me before leaving my room
You're probably wondering what's going on, huh?
Well today is Sunday, 8:30pm, and I have 30 minutes to get ready for the gala that my family is throwing for Isa and I's birthday. Fun right? Not in the slightest.
I look at myself one more time in the mirror before washing my face and brushing my teeth. I then start loosely curling my hair.
After I'm done with all of that, I walk into my closet. The dress is hung up on a silk clothes hanger that is on something that is attached to the roof.
And if I'm being honest, my dress, as well as Isa's, is from one of my businesses. No one needs to know that though.
I slip into the dress easily, knowing how it works and all, and clasp the back. I then walk over to the mirror in my closet and pick out a dark marron shade of lipstick that almost looks black. I spread it evenly over my lips before walking over to my heels.
I pick out some black lace up ones and start to put them on. And when I am finally successful in doing so, I check my phone to see it's 8:56. Here we go.
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I put my phone in the pocket of my dress, yes it has pockets, and walk to the end of the hallway.
I stop when I'm side by side with Isa, who is wearing the same thing as I an except in red.
