𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝘰 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝘰𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝘰𝓌 𝓎𝘰𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇, 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁
Georgia had Virginia at 15, had Dallas at 16 and finally stopped with Austin. After the..unfortunate death of their stepfather, Kenny, the...
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Chapter Eight: LDP! Episode Two: It's a Face, Not a Mask
Dallas's POV
Ginny watched as Abby and Norah laughed together. "Stop looking, they ain't worth your time." I told her. "I got the lead, I got the lead" I heard Maxine sing. "Yes, I did! I got the lead! I did it!" Maxine said as she reached us. "Oh my God. That's amazing, Max!" Ginny said. "Congrats." I spoke. "Yo, Max!" Abby called.
"Don't look, were mad at them." Max told us, putting her arm around our shoulder's and walking away. "Ginny, are you coming to leadership?" Bracia asked. "Can't. Sorry." Ginny spoke.
"Abby is, like, such a nightmare, and also Norah thinks your mom's, like, terrifying. It's really funny. She's so scared." Maxine said, laughing.
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We had just gotten back home from lawn bowling and I was sorting out the books dad had given me. That's when I heard my window open and Marcus come through. "Marcus, I have a door." I told him. "I know that." Marcus said. "Why are you here?" I asked him. "I don't know. I just felt like coming." He said. "Felt like you needed someone." He continued. "Well I don't. I'm fine. Matter of fact, i'm gloatin'" I told him before he hugged me. That made me break.
"Marcus, if i'm being honest, I don't know. I feel like i'm a chess piece but the person playing knows nothing about chess." I spoke. "People here are seriously some bitches. And my sister has just been acting weirder. Shoplifting?" I shook my head.
"Hey it's okay." He spoke, lifting up my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. "You shouldn't be here." I told him. "I know." He spoke before kissing me. For a second, I almost kissed back. I pushed him away. "Marcus." I spoke sternly. "I know I know. Perfect Mr Hunter." He spoke, rolling his eyes.
"I can't ruin my chances with him Marcus. He's a good guy." I told him, sitting on my bed. "I get it." Marcus spoke, leaving through the window.
I let out a deep sigh, resting on my bed. "Plum!" I heard my momma call. From downstairs I heard music. Living room Dance Party it is.
Making my way downstairs I saw Ginny staring at me. I shrugged, joining my brother and mother dancing.
Ginny's POV
There it is again. The perfect blonde family. My mother and my sister were too alike. Always blending, hiding, changing, disguising. My mom loves Vivien Leigh because her whole life has been making a dress out of curtains. My sister loves The Neighborhood because she feels like she can connect to the songs.
They're are true chameleons.
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The next day Dallas was in my room texting Hunter. "Why do you have to do that here?" I asked. "Cuz I'm bored. Cuz I need company. Pick either." She spoke. "just like mom." I mumbled.
Dallas sat up just as my door room opened and Norah and Abby appeared. "So we went to, like, three different stores, and finally found the right shade." Norah spoke. Dallas just stared. "Why?" She asked. "'Cause the cosmetic industry's racist." Abby spoke.
"No, she means, why would you do that?" I told them. "Oh, we felt bad. You're our friend." Norah said. "Oh my god. There is the most amazing contour YouTube video that I have to show you." Norah continued. Dallas looked annoyed but I smiled. I forgave them. "Okay but we have to listen to Lana Del Rey. She's the goddess of sadness." I told them.
"Oh Max just texted me. 'You guys can't have fun without me! I hate being grounded! Ah!' There's, like, a million sad face emojis. Oh my God. She's so extra." Abby spoke. "ouu, we should take a picture to tease her." Dallas spoke.
"You are evil." I chuckled at Dallas. She shrugged, posing for the picture.
I watched as Dallas wiped her face. I followed. If beauty is a weapon, Dallas has always been locked and loaded. She got it from Georgia. I've never felt beautiful, but I understand hiding. Makeup works best if no one knows you're wearing it. Like Georgia says, 'It's a face. Not a mask.'
I see how my mom and Dallas does it because I'm doing it too. The hiding, changing, disguising... I'm used to not being seen, even by my mom. By my family, by friends.
If they can see where your makeup ends and your face begins, you've done it wrong.
