Closing Dusk ¤ Leah Clearwater | ✔

12. Karma

Disclaimer I own no characters belonging to twilight, they are owned by Stephanie Meyer and are borrowed by me. I only own the few unfamiliar characters.

Leah

I am shaking, if not jerking. Forget it. Oh yes, bouncing. That's the word. Sometimes I wonder if my vocabulary goes on a run every morning. I am still sleeping or at the very least was. An annoying person, had the audacity to interrupt my well planned sleep. Now there goes sleeping late. I don't know who is doing this, but they seem to have forgotten I'm good at ignoring. Lie. I try to be good at ignoring. Very slowly, I grasp my pillow firmly the agilely like a coiled bed spring l sprang from the bed and whacked the idiot. A shrill scream pierced the room almost splitting my eardrums. My hands had to clamp over my ears to provide the necessary safety.

"Ow! That hurts, Jinx." Leloopa says. I roll my eyes at her nickname. It was really a inside joke to her. Jinx in context meant bad luck and I so happens to be born on a Friday the thirteenth. A real joke to her. I on the other hand didn't get it.

"Ever heard of manners and respect, Loopa?" I hissed.

She frowns. "Actually, my mom failed in that aspect of teaching and I was just not interested in learning."

I smile. Even at twenty she still hadn't changed. Even after she left La Push and moved to Los Angeles. Their she became a interior designer. She left home for a big city and became successful. Her parents would've been proud.

"Leah, stop looking at me like that." She says, "it's creepy. Your my cousin not some proud mom. Now up, up, up! We have a wedding to crash at midday." Her enthusiasm was only thing that kept me from whacking her again. Reluctantly I sat up. By this time she was holding the maid - of - honour dress, Emily had the seamstress made. She grimaced.

"Hew, Jinx, what the hell is this? Not even my great grandmother would wear this? Jinx, no offense but you ain't wearing that, we are going shopping!"

"What? No!"

"Yes we are. Come on, lets go!"

In twenty minutes time, we were driving to Olympia. Thank God for my new car. For an outting like this, I had a need for speed.
Our first stop was Forever 21, nothing in that store screamed wear me. So we left. Amrabo Boutique had nothing but gothic clothing, sadly I don't do goth. Chique was next, there we had a wide variety of wedding of outfits. First dress I tried was a long, red dress featuring a sheer overlay with crystal - embellished, pleated and bone bodice. I liked it but it's not of the right dress color. Purple. Leloopa however, found the dress she thought of as the one. I seriously thought that females only refer to guys this way. The only shoulder the dress had was a diagonal white embroidered with silver highlights that overlay the sweetheart bodice. The draping skirt had a mid thigh slit on the left leg. I had to admit it was gorgeous. I tried on a one shoulder chiffon dress with natural waist and short flirty skirt. I definitely wasn't what I wanted. The other was a long trailing V neck cross back dress. It too was purple. I like it, but it wasn't saying 'dem man stealing whores be jealous' but anyways I throw it towards Leloopa. I tried it on.

"What do you think?" I asked my favorite cousin.

"Nice, it accents your curves, shows off your chest but hides your main assets. Did your legs went to play hide and seek, cause they are hiding."

"You want dress, to show all assets, huh?" Says the sales representative with the freaky accent. Leloopa and I nods. Having no idea what the curvaceous brunette was up to we followed blindly. Through the door with the sign staff only she carried us. To the back of the room, was a mahogany armoire. Pulling the double doors open it revealed a dress. Not just any dress, my ticket to showing La Push I'm not a little girl anymore.