The Last Hope

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"Fuck I'm so late!" I said as my bike came crashing down to the ground, "oh wonderful! Good job Lucy, really, not only you're apocalyptically late but you're trying to destroy your only mean of transport!" I said aloud to myself while running into the house. Note to self: get your driving licence, you can't afford to postpone it anymore, after all you're nearly eighteen.

Luckily I had prepared the dress for the party in advance and now it was sitting on my blue-striped bed covers. At least I had done one thing right.
I picked it up along with my makeup bag and marched into the bathroom. After taking off my clothes I got into the shower and opened the water. That water was nearly freezing but still enjoyable since it was the end of July. I knew I was terribly late but I couldn't help myself from making a couple of soap bubbles; they always bring me so much joy, I love watching their mesmerizing colours shift on the surface and vanish into thin air as soon as they hit the shower tray. After all one can always sacrifice a bit of makeup time in the name of joy, right?

As I jumped out of the shower I wrapped my hair in a towel from the cabinet and started to get dressed. When I tilted my head up facing to mirror I was met by the reflection of a slender looking girl, slightly tanned from the summer, with hazel eyes and one of those smart yet cryptical smiles that can only mean one of two things: either she's the one resolving problems or the one creating them; this seemed reason enough for being always the one searched by security at the airport, museums, even at the aquarium. Not an exotic beauty but good enough I guess. The dress was a good choice, not tight and flashy coloured like the ones that I always see on display on Bartholomew's avenue, but rather a warm brown, flowy summer dress in cotton that I had found in a second hand shop. In any case I had no time to think about that right now.

Just when I opened the mascara bottle my phone rang, stopping exactly my favourite song: "Where are you? Lucy I told you to be down at the front door at 7.30pm","I'm just putting on my shoes dad, I'll be down in a second" I flat out lied, "...you haven't even started to get ready, am I right honey?", I couldn't really answer since I had the mascara tube in my mouth, the spoolie in one hand and an earing that I was trying to get through my piercing in the other one. I muttered "ehm no dad...", "I know you too well", he said with a slight chuckle, "Right now I actually stopped at the grocery store, I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Be ready by then please", "I will, thanks dad".
Uff, one less thing to worry about.

I freed my hair from the towel, as it fell on my shoulders giving me a nice sense of coolness I looked in the cabinet for the hair dryer; I hated using it during summer but since I was planning to dance outside all night long I didn't want to risk catching a cold. "Oh great where is it when I need it?!", I started rummaging through the cabinet, taking out towels and shampoo bottles and putting them on the ground. When I turned to put down an old conditioner bottle I heard a muffled thud hitting the ground; "Okey, this is really not my day" I thought exasperated.