Oh you can fit me, inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen, next to your heart, where I should be
-Photograph, Ed Sheeran
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Chapter 17
Being presentable sucked.
At least that's what I thought as I opened my eyes at five in the morning, which was three hours earlier than I usually did.
You see, after falling asleep, watching countless of painful DIY hair and makeup videos, I woke up ravaging my closet for something remotely decent.
It seemed almost like an impossible task though. My closet was the proud owner of multiple fandom t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. Yet, somewhere in the pile of How I Met Your Mother t-shirts and Disney hoodies, I found an outfit that actually resembled something a socially acceptable teen would wear. Quickly, I put it on.
It was a high waisted mint green skater skirt that reached two inches above my knee and a simple, black shirt with sleeves that reached up a little bit past my elbow. I rushed to my restroom, slipping one uncomfortable shoe at a time.
In the restroom, I fell to my knees, looking through the cabinet under the sink.
Where was it?
Did I still have it?
After almost emptying my cabinet and making a mess all over my bathroom floor, I found what I was looking for: a brand new makeup bag with never before used cosmetics inside.
I had gotten it for a present last Christmas, but had never used it.
Quickly, I walked back to my room and poured the contents of the bag into my bed. It formed a small mountain of my worst nightmare and the mere sight of them terrified me.
Cautiously, I picked up a small, slender tube. What did the videos say this was again?
Mascara! That's what it was.
One by one, I inspected every piece of makeup and placed them carefully inside the bag; only leaving the ones I was going to use.
Carefully, I tried to remember what the girl in the video did and applied the foreign objects to my face.
It was such an arduous task, applying everything and I found myself wondering why girls were willing to take time out of their day to do this daily. Yet, when I was finished, I realized exactly why they did it as I stared at my reflection in my mirror.
The outcome was extraordinary.
For the first time, in my whole high school career, I actually looked...pretty.
Standing in front of me, in my reflection, was a girl, who wasn't geeky, a loser, or broken. That girl in my reflection didn't seemed to have problems. She didn't look like she had just lost her best friend and, I guess, that was the point of my transformation.
Then again, I didn't think of it as a transformation. I thought of it as a costume because Inside of me, nothing had changed. I was still heartbroken by Zachary's exit. Yet, on the outside, I was the perfect example of Josh's girlfriend.
After all, that was the reason for all of this. I needed to play the part, if we wanted the plan to work, and that meant actually looking presentable.
The plan was simple. I would have to doll myself up, submerge myself into popularity a.k.a Josh's friends, and just act completely in love without actually falling in love.
Who was I kidding? The plan was insane!
It was ridiculous to believe I could fit in with the cool crowd or even be accepted. People like me usually never did.
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