"Yes, mom, I promise I'll be careful." I said, rolling my eyes at my overprotective mother. She was nervous because I was headed out to my first formal dance at school. "Honey, I just want you to have a good time." She explained, fixing my hair a little bit. I smiled and kissed her on the cheek before quickly running to my mirror to do a final check of my outfit.
I looked into the full length mirror and what I saw shocked me. I had never dressed up this well before and I couldn't even believe it was Skylar Dugan staring back at me. My hair was styled in a fancy up-do to compliment my red dress. My dress was jeweled at the top and it fell right above my knees. And my shoes, oh God my shoes, they were strappy in the back with a small heel and open-toed. Not to mention they were silver and sparkled, almost like glass. All I could do was stare at the brown haired, brown eyed beauty in front of me.
This was such a change from my usual flannels and black leggings. Before my eyes were dull but now they seemed to pop. I looked like a completely different person. Long gone was the punk rock, black eyeliner wearing Skylar, and here to stay was confident, beautiful Skylar. I was ready to get out there and dance the night away.
Neal's POV
I felt that familiar sharp sting on my cheek from my stepfather smacking me once again. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Kent? A dance?! Who gave you the right?!"
"I-I'm sorry sir."
"Yeah you better be fucking sorry. Brent better be able to go with you or your ass is staying here." My stepfather said.
At least I could still go even though I had to bring my annoying step brother, Brent. I just nodded and headed back upstairs to my room.
I looked into the full length mirror and what I saw shocked me. A huge bruise was beginning to form on my cheek. I covered it with my hand and continued looking at myself. My blonde hair was styled messily on purpose and I had on a pink button up with khaki style jeans. My shoes were white converse and my tie was black. The last thing I noticed was my eyes. They're green but I could see the sadness behind them. I looked alright I guess. But what the hell was I going to do about the bruise?
I ran to my bedside table and grabbed my shitty tracfone. I quickly dialed my sister's number. Thank God she picked up.
"Need concealer?"
"How the hell'd you know?"
"You only call me from your tracfone if you need concealer so that asshole won't hear you."
"Thank you."
"I'll be right over, meet me outside." With that, she hung up. I sighed and slid my back down the wall, collecting myself. I wasn't going to cry, I refused to. Instead, I shakily got up and climbed out my window. My sister was waiting outside with concealer for me. "Thank you, so so so much."
"Anything for my little brother." She smiled and quickly covered up my bruise. I hugged her and ran back inside. I'm ready for this night to be over.
