Superstitious // h.g

Being Me

I pulled open my dresser, deciding on what to wear. I dragged my fingers delicately over the different fabrics, feeling the contrast and contours of my clothes I brought from Australia. When we moved here, I had to throw out a lot of things that I owned, including clothes, furniture and memories. Yes, we wanted a fresh start, but I had memories from my childhood that I was forced to go through and decide which were more important.

I pulled out a knitted, over-sized navy sweater that came down to my mid-thighs. I paired it with some black, leather leggings and some white Timberlands. I just laid them on the end of my bed, as I grabbed a white bag that hung from my shoulder by a gold chain. I walked over to my desk in the left corner of my room, un-plugging my Macbook Air from it's charger and bringing it in with me to the bathroom, where I play music.

I placed my laptop in my bathtub, which obviously didn't have any water in it, because it radiated the noise and therefore, made it louder. I logged in and pressed "Music", where I chose the song "ID" by Kygo. I then turned around to see myself in the mirror, and started to maintain my hair and face.

I didn't like to do anything to my hair usually, especially when people say that it's a casual event, so I put my head upside-down and ruffled up my hair, then looking up again. I ran my hairbrush through it softly, then pulling my shoulder-length hair into a ponytail. I then moved onto makeup.

I like to be me when it comes to makeup, which means doing whatever the hell I feel like with my makeup. Today, I feel like something natural and chilled out. I decide to go with my M.A.C Face and Body Foundation, because it has a sheer coverage but still covers up anything nasty. I blend it in with my blending sponge, then move onto powder. I use my Mineralize Skinfinish Powder, buffing it into my face with my fluffy brush. I move onto my eyebrows, using my ash-coloured pencil. I lightly feather on the ends of my eyebrows, then brushing them to get them in shape. I finish everything off with some slight contour and lip balm. I am pretty good at makeup if I may say so myself.

By now, it's 1:47.

I still have almost 4 hours until I need to leave, so I decide to go back downstairs to relax, leaving my music on upstairs.

I then remember about Clelia, my "death" and calling her. Right now, timezones don't matter to me. I can't wait any longer.

I run over to my phone where it was charging in the kitchen. I pulled the charger out viciously, desperate to know what's going on. I go into my Recents and find her contact once again, pressing it, once again.

"Pick up Clelia, pick up," I whisper as it rings, the tension and curiosity building up inside of me.

"Hello? Who is this?" I hear my best-friend's voice ask alertedly through the phone. Poor girl. She probably doesn't know who is calling her at 3:00 in the morning or why I'm calling her, when I'm meant to be dead.

"Hi..... Um, it's, uh.... Maddy," I say awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

"Oh my god! Maddy?! How... what.... but..." She stumbles on her words, like the floor was pulled out from underneath her and she was caught off-guard.

"Um, yeah. I saw your picture. On Instagram. I'm not dead." I said.

"But Heidi told me you got shot over there by your neighbour? She said it like it was so true. I was so sad and depressed that I didn't go to school for 5 days!" I could hear anger building up in her tone, but it probably wasn't at me, but at Brisite.

She was my bully at my old school. She was the head of the popular group and ended up using her popularity to always put me down and treat me like a piece of dirt. She blamed me for everything, dobbed me in, spread rumours, looked down on me, even though I was taller than her, and called me names to her "friends".

"Yeah well Heidi is an evil.... individual who wanted to get revenge on me for standing up to her the day I left for a fresh start. What a role-model." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"What did you say?" She asked, a bit more relaxed now.

"I basically just explained to her what she did to me for 9 years, and then hung up on her." I stated, it being very simple.

"Oh... ok. So, how's America?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, it's great. I actually met a new boy this morning when I was walking Husky, and he invited me to dinner at his house. I'm going there in a few hours," I said, explaining my experience this morning to her and looking at the clock on the wall.

"Ooh, what's his name?" She asked, and I could tell she had a smirk on her face.

"Hayes. He has an older brother named Nash and a younger sister named Skylynn." I told her.

"Ok. I have to go back to bed. I'm really happy you called me..... thank you." Her voice cracked at the end.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I forgot you were sleeping. I'll let you get back to your beauty sleep then!" I laughed, hearing her sniffle.

Is she crying?

"Bye." She says, hanging up.

2:09.