Problem Child

The Dance

AN-Ok, the story is slow moving at the moment but if you do start reading this, hang with me ok? Thanks and check the external link for Freddas outfit at the dance.

I spent all day thinking about tonight and Brodie sensed something was up when I told him I wanted to go to the dance. Social events such as the ‘JD, aren’t exactly my thing, especially this one. Something called the Just Dance where you do more than just dance, you just dance, hook up, get wasted, get high and some even go all the way on this night. I can’t believe the school has one every term! It is just a sad excuse for girls to dress up slutty and boys to check them out and pick their favourites. It goes against everything I believe in but, I’m going and I am going to blend in with the crowd, well, sort of.

I practically fall through the door to stumble across Sammy and my stepmother Laura screaming at each other in the hall. I let the wind take hold of the door and close it for me and just stand there awkwardly. “Oh, hi Fredda.” Laura says softly looking at the ground with embarrassment. I look to my little sister, ears practically fuming in anger. Whoa, she looks pissed. I give Laura a small nod to acknowledge her greeting and then continue up the stairs past Sammy “Have fun.” I whisper in her ear so Laura can’t hear, causing her to take a sharp intake of breathe. I can’t wait to hear what this is all about later. I jog up the stairs, clearing two steps at a time and stroll into my room, dumping my bag beside my bed. Taking my shoes off, I hop towards my drawers and pull out a skirt and shirt I found in Laura’s closet. Last night after reading that status on Facebook I snuck into Laura’s room and found some clothes from her early days as a twenty year old. I scoff at the thought of the current Laura in these clothes. Her repeatedly died black hair and flab. Dying brown eyes and the many crease lines on her forehead. I rummage in my draws for my Mickey hat and pull it out with a sly smirk creeping its way onto my lips. Huh, they’re going to love this! Mainstream teen, here I come!

I slip the bright red skirt on over a pair of shorts because I never leave the house in a skirt without insurance underneath, even on this rare occasion. I shove the black crop top over my head and adjust it to fit comfortably. My hair is brushed and curled to form perfect, golden ringlets that I am honestly proud of. I brush on a little bronzing powder and go big and dark with my eyes. Finally I swipe on some blood red lipstick, covering it with a layer of gloss and slip my feet into the highest heels I could find in Laura’s closet. I take a glimpse in the mirror preparing myself to be utterly disgusted with my appearance but when I flutter my eyes open I, smile. I look amazing, well, compared to my normal self. The buzzing of my phone startles me and I open it to reveal a text from Brodie-

Outside. Hurry up Bub x

This is it. I grab my little yellow ticket from my purse and shove it in a little handbag along with my phone, lip-gloss and a little change just in case. Walking out of my room I bang into Sammy. Her light hair pulled into a side pony and her blue eyes wide in shock. “Fredda? Is that really you?” She asks, genuinely. I scoff at her “What? You don’t dig my new look?” I say smarmily giving her a little twirl. Thank god I did a practice run in these heels otherwise I’d be face flat on the ground in seconds. “No, it’s just, you look beautiful Fredda.” She smiles before continuing to her room with her bowl of cereal. “Wait!” I yell. She turns around with a raised eyebrow. “Is Dad here?” I whisper yell. She smiles warmly at me. “No. He isn’t home ‘til 8. Want me to tell him you’ve gone out?”

                “Yes please. Just say it’s a school thing.” I wink at her before carefully stepping down the stairs, cautious of my ridiculous choice of footwear. I f dad saw me looking like this I don’t know what he’d do,  just that it would turn out bad for me. I sprint as fast as I can go in heels towards the door not wanting to run into Laura in this attire. I reach the door safely and hurriedly close it behind me making a mad dash to Brodie’s car. I hop in and buckle myself in because Brodie normally drives off before you are ready. I get comfortable and realise the car isn’t moving yet, that’s weird. Since when has Brodie grown patience? I look up from my feet and freeze. Brodie, Angie, Victoria, Angie’s friend and Ben, Brodies mate stare at me, eyes wide and mouth gaping, much like Sammy’s expression a few minutes ago. “W-W-What?” I stammer “Is there something on my face?” I ask worriedly, brushing my cheek with my fingertips. Just when I am about to break down from their silent stare, Ben pipes up. “You look hot!” He exclaims. I blush at his compliment, something I normally don’t receive, especially for my looks.  “Stunning.” Angie and Victoria say in sync. I wait for Brodie to comment on my appearance still feeling their eyes burning holes in my flesh. “Where did you get those clothes?” He finally smirks, letting out a faint chuckle.