4 Sisters of the Apocalypse

35- Beth

Beth

After my success drawing the garish cheetah print bed covering and throw pillows I thought, "Why not draw some stylish clothes? I haven't updated my wardrobe in ages. Amy says I dress shabby-depressed. I had grabbed one of Amy's recent Free People's clothing catalogues and began flipping through the pages until I found the perfect outfit!  I colored the jeans,long-sleeved pink thermal top, leather brown boots, long patchwork sherpa jacket and an adorable cute pink beret.

I held up my drawing. "Not bad... although it looks like a child may have drawn it." The coat resembled Joseph's coat of many colors more than the drop dead gorgeous one in the catalogue

I heard three knocks at my door and then something hit my door. I turned the doorknob slowly and peeked outside and saw another package! Quickly I brought it inside and began tearing at the large padded envelope. How disappointing. It looked exactly as I had drawn it. It resembled the most perfect outfit ever made if a child genius had designed and sewn it.

I felt guilty then ashamed for being so shallow. I reasoned, "Amy's not shallow just because she likes to look pretty." Then I got an idea. I wasn't sure it would work but hey it was worth a shot. I grabbed the Free People catalogue and began carefully tracing every outfit on every page. I only drew the clothes as I'm not really into jewelry. By the time I had finished I heard a knock at the door.

When I opened the door there stood a dark, tall handsome Federal Express guy. "You sure do get a lot of packages! This is the 3rd time I've been here today." He held out the clipboard for me to sign for the package, "Free People huh? I hear they make some really nice stuff. Are you a fashion design major?"

I blurted, "I wish!"

"Don't wish, just do!" He winked at me. "Hope to see you soon pretty lady."

I waved at him as he walked down the hall. He glanced back. Wait, no one ever glances back at me. I guess I'm not invisible after all.

As I hung my new wardrobe in my tiny closet I thought, "What if I could draw clothes for poor people?"  What a crock Beth. You're just trying to make yourself feel better. Did I think that? That thought seemed to be an unwelcome intrusion. I thought about one of mom's favorite bible verses:

Take every thought captive to Christ.

Then I received a text from Amy.

Amy: Did you swipe my new Free People Catalogue?

Beth: I borrowed it. Yes.

Amy: Bring it Sunday. I wanna order something.

Beth: kk

I thought, Amy is not gonna like being twinsies with me! I guess I'll only wear these things at school.

Amy: How you feeling big sis?

Beth: Pretty good. Met a cute guy today.

Amy: WHAT?! Do tell!

Beth: And I'm thinking of changing my major. Don't tell dad.

Amy: Bethie how could I tell dad? He's MIA.

Beth: What do you mean?

Amy: He's off the grid alright. He hasn't checked in since he moved away.

Beth: Oh no! Maybe we should go check on him.

Amy: He's prob fine. Just grieving and chopping wood.

Beth: I hope.

Amy: Yah. See u Sun. Bring the book.

Oh no! Amy's gonna have a fit when she sees how I traced the models. Oh well... I guess I'll come clean about changing my major to: Bachelor of Arts/Fashion Design.

My stomach growled and rumbled. I thought about drawing one more thing.  The cafeteria food nauseated me, plus I hated eating alone.

What should I draw? If I drew the handsome FedEx guy, a bottle of wine and cheese would he join me for dinner?  No... that's stupid. I'll be a good girl and head to the cafeteria before it closes. I didn't like the greedy side of me. Before I grabbed my new Free People coat I grabbed a random mom journal out of my cheery Hello Kitty backpack. If I read while eating alone I'd look less pathetic.

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