High Heels and Lip Gloss

Chapter One

High Heels And Lip Gloss

"Miranda, I told you to stay out of my lipgloss!" shouts my older sister, Jasmine.

I didn't take her old lipgloss, but I did test it. It tasted like prunes, so I put it back.

I burrow under the covers, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep.

Sophie, my twin sister, barges in a pulls off the blankets.

"Come on Miranda, Jasmine's getting mad. Oh yeah, I'm wearing your dress to Jessica's party tonight," she says.

I groan. Leave it to Sophie to steal my stuff.

Somehow I get out of bed and change into sneakers, and a nice top and skinny jeans. I look in the mirror. Ugh. Better get to work.

I rush to the bathroom and yank a brush through my hair, fighting my tangled black hair.

I plug in my hair straightener and apply my makeup, covering the obvious pimples. Ugh. Stupid puberty.

I apply eyeliner and light blush, just adding a hint of pink to my cheeks.

I look at myself in the mirror. Black hair, huge blue eyes, with pimples that don't want to hide. But I'm not complaining. I'm beautiful in my own way.

"MIRANDA!! COME GET BREAKFAST!!" shouts my mom.

"COMING!" I shout back.

I run down the stairs. My hair will be fine without being straightened.

I slide into a chair. Pancakes, eggs and bacon are laid out, topped with freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Yum! Thanks mom!"

"Your welcome!" she says, looking pleased.

Dad comes up from downstairs. He smacks a kiss on moms cheek and slides into a chair next to me.

Sophie and Jasmine glide down the stairs, looking ridiculous. They both have in gobs of makeup, and low cut shirts and very short skirts.

"Sophie Leeann and Jasmine Grace! You go upstairs right now and put something decent on!" shouts mom, furious.

"But mom-" starts Jasmine.

"No buts! You heard your mom, go change!" shouts dad.

"Where in the world did they get such clothing?" Mom says, still mad.

"Don't ask me," says dad.

After about fifteen minutes, they both stomp down the stairs. I hold back a giggle.

They look miserable, both wearing a sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants.

"MUCH better," says mom.

The bus horn honks and we run to the bus.

I slide into the seat next to my best friend, Olivia.

"Hi!" I say.

"Hi," she says sadly, not looking me in the eye.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Jessica hasn't invited me to her party," she says, tears coming to her eyes.

I sling my arm around her shoulder. "You mean she hasn't invited you YET," I say, reassuringly.

She gives a small smile.

The rest of the trip is silent.

When we get to school, everything is boring and I pretend to be interested in science and biology.

At lunch Olivia says that Jessica invited her to the party.

Then before I know it, it's time to go home.

"I'll see you tonight at the party!" shouts Olivia.

Tonight. The party. At Jessica's party. Oh what fun THAT will be.

~ Sorry I know I didn't write much about school but I figured that would be too boring. Comment what you think! Thanks!~