Coated (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

ImPoRtAnT

okay so I just wanted to remind you guys in case you didn't know yet,I did re-write chapter 1.So go check it out if you haven't ,although it isn't a must because it is basically the same events just written in a better way.So you wouldn't miss on anything if you didn't read the re-written chapter

I groaned and got up to open my wardrobe, I got out the pretty pink dress .I clung into the piece of garment, it had a slim white belt which accentuated my waist, and it ended right above my knees. I also straightened my brown curls as I watch them fall cascade ending on the middle of my back. To complete my look, I applied a light rose tint of lip stick on.

My door swung open and my mother entered the room; she looked beautiful, which wasn’t any different from usual. My mom takes good care or should I say, too much care of how she looks? Maybe that’s why she always looks flawless when she goes out.

She was wearing a full length aqua dress along with a white jacket which complimented her blonde hair

“Oh Kelly darling you look stunning!” she exclaimed.

“Thanks mom” I muttered, slipping on a pair of white stilettos.

“Is Megan ready yet?” I asked.

Although I was sure she wasn’t, it always takes my 19-year-old sister at least two hours to get ready, and no I’m not exaggerating!

“She’s not coming; she woke up not feeling very well today. She responded putting on the second pair of her earrings in front of the mirror.

I would’ve replied saying that she was probably faking being sick, but both my mother and I knew very well that Megan wouldn’t miss something like this for the world. Megan is like a younger version of my mom.

“Well I don’t want to go either mom!” I exclaimed crossing my arms.

My mother shot me a look out of the corner of her eyes.

“God damn it, I hate this. I hate all these parties, and I hate it when people who actually loathe each other act like they are best friends. I am just fed up with all of this!”

I blurted the words as I stomped out of the room which caused my stilettos to make load thuds every time they made contact with wooden floor. I stopped and turned back to face my mother as she started to speak

“Kelly, stop acting like such a child. You need to toughen up a little and stop taking everything for granted. She retorted with her hands on her hips.

“You know, most girls would dream about having a life like this. I granted this for you, and this is how you thank me?!”

I’m not going to lie; her words did hurt me a little. What was I supposed to respond to this? I’m sorry I am not the daughter you’ve always wanted? I’m sorry I’m not like Megan?

“Maybe most girls mom, but not me” was all I was able to say.

“Well we are not going to discuss this right now, or else we will be late”

I’ve never experienced what it is like to be different than what my mother always wanted me to be. I always tried so hard just to fit in so I would feel accepted by mom. But I feel like everything I do is all to no avail. I must confess, this is not who I am and not who I want to be. I have always wanted her to love me as much as she loves Megan and cares about her. I hated to feel like I was the odd one out. But now comes the point that I’ve decided I want to try and be someone different, maybe then I’ll be more confident in my own skin.