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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN! . *. ⋆ THE SENIOR YEAR ⋆ . * .
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The Joza's House, Bel-Air (Sunday, August 28th, 2023 - 09:30pm)
so, it's the sunday before our last first day of school, which means one thing: the pre-senior year party. it's basically a tradition at our school, where all the seniors throw this ridiculous, over-the-top bash to remind everyone else that we're at the top of the food chain. i know, it sounds a bit dramatic, but when you're at a school full of rich kids, what else are you supposed to do?
i'm currently sitting at my vanity, which, by the way, looks like a sephora exploded all over it. seriously, if you saw this mess, you'd think i'm either about to film a makeup tutorial or audition for 'hoarders: beauty edition'. spoiler: it's both.
"ok, guys, tonight's look is gonna be fire" i say into my phone, which is propped up against my mirror for the hundredth 'get ready with me' video this month. "like, seriously, if i don't break the internet with this, i'm retiring."
nicole's next to me, already in full glam because she's an overachiever like that. "cam, you're literally gonna make people cry tonight with how hot you're gonna look" she says, flipping her hair like she's in a shampoo commercial. she's not wrong tho; i do look good.
mackenzie, on the other hand, is in the background, doing her own thing for her snapchat stories. because, you know, we're a content family. we don't just get ready for a party; we turn it into a whole production. instagram stories? check. tiktoks? check. youtube vlogs? you better believe it.
i add a little more highlighter because one can never be too glowy, tight? "this is what senior year looks like at harvard westlake, people" i say to the camera, flashing a smirk. "a lot of shimmer, a little chaos, and way too much hairspray."
this party is gonna be wild. but let's be honest, it's less about the party and more about how amazing we look at it. priorities, right?
"what time are we leaving?" nicole asks, rummaging through my hair stuff drawer.
"we've got time," i say, adjusting my lashes. "besides, who wants to show up early and be the first to witness the awkwardness before the real fun starts?"
"true," mackenzie chimes in. "nothing worse than being the first one on the dance floor, all alone, while everyone else trickles in."
i finish my makeup and turn to them. "you guys ready for a night of questionable decisions and over-the-top selfies?"
"always," nicole says, grinning.
"and snacks," mackenzie adds. "you know asher's bringing his famous nachos. can't wait to see who spills the cheese all over themselves."
