"Clara! Come help me get this dress on!" I rolled my eyes, and quickly finished my breakfast. "Clara don't roll your eyes at your sister." My step mom scolded. I sighed and quickly went up the stairs. "What Diane?" I muttered, "Don't say 'What to me, come over here and help me get this dress on." Diane almost screamed. I hated her and my step mom she wasn't even my "sister" like blood, she was my stepsister from my step mother, of course. I walked over to her and tried zipping up the tight maroon dress.
"It's not gonna budge Diane. It's suffering." I panted, as I sat on the little sofa behind her. "Come on! I need to look good for tonight! Get the up!" She whined like a little baby. That's yet another thing I hate about Diane she always pouts and whine until she gets her way. I groaned. "MOM!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, immediately Christine came into the room. "What's wrong Diane?!" She frowned. Diane started fake crying and held the side of her cheek "C-clara slapped me." She sniffled.
"I just wanted her to help with the dress and she just got furious out of nowhere." She continued.
It wasn't something that I was not used to, so I didn't show no reaction. I just sat there and when Christine asked me if it was true, I simply said "No." I didn't see no reason to lie, I knew I would get sent up to my room either way.
She gave me 'the look' and I walked out the room casually. We lived in a huge house with many rooms, twists, and turns. I don't consider my family rich, though we did have a lot of money. I walked into my room and closed the door, I flopped on my bed and stared up at the ceiling until my eyes hurt. I forgot to blink for awhile and closed my eyes shut as a tear escaped from my eyes. After what seemed for hours of staring at the ceiling I got up and sat on the chair in front of my mirror. I wasn't the most appealing girl, I had these glasses in which I hated they were black and looked like those nerdy glasses, I had contacts but I hated wearing those too. The glasses made my blue eyes seem slightly bigger than usual which people always made fun of me for them. My hair was a curly mess, it always stayed curly since I was little, I've dyed it to light brown, since I hated the black hair. My figure was the feature I hated the most. It has no need for explanation. And my skin complexion was slightly tanned.
I frowned at my image in the mirror and took the glasses off and tried my best to brush my hair but I gave up. I heard a knock on the door,
"Come in." My dad came in,
"Hey." He said with a crooked smile.
"Hey." I smiled back at him though he looked blurry, because I didn't have my glasses on.
I loved my dad with all my heart I would do anything to make him happy. Him and mom got divorced when I was little and I was devastated but later on I realized it was for the best. He came over and sat on my bed.
"You look beautiful without those glasses. Your eyes really pop." He chuckled,
"Dad." I groaned.
"It's true." He shrugged.
I smiled,
"And I see you tried to brush that curly hair of yours." He smirked,
"Is it obvious." I sighed.
Dad got up and walked over to me "It is when you have a hairbrush stuck in your hair." He smiled while waving my hairbrush in my face.
"You know you're beautiful Clara, just like you're mom. When are you going to stop shutting yourself from the world and go out have some fun, go on dates."
"Dad. Please not this again." I rolled my eyes,
"It's true though. You're 19." Dad rolled his eyes back at me.
I groaned.
"Okay. I gave Diane tickets to see Barcelona and Real Madrid play in 2 days. Come with her would you." Dad said,
"Ughh... why can't I just go with Will." I whined,"He's my only friend." I continued.
Dad keeled in front of me and put my glasses back on my face, "I know you two hate each other but, you guys are going to have to love each other one way. Or another." Dad frowned,
I sighed and said "Okay."
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That's Diane in the pic above.
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