Turning Sixteen

Chapter 3: Getting ready

I was lying in my bed in my cardigan and half ripped-up stockings (Thanks to my menacing little sister Karen, who loves ripping off anything she gets and my stockings were one of her targets.) at six thirty-four (to be precise) with my mp3 and earphones and my hair all messed up, which could be a perfect couple-suite for sparrows. Well that's what my hair is like, at all times.

I heard Karen's shriek. I jumped out of my bed and sprinted downstairs, to the living room. Karen wasn't there. I looked in her room, no trace. I rushed to the kitchen and there she sat fiddling with the nail filer.

"Jeez...What have you been doing, honey?" I toyed with her hand, turning it in all ways. She got a light red scar on her ring-finger.

"Don't touch that, it hurts like lightning." She uttered, and I laughed, on the way she spoke, missing half of the words.

"Karen, I've told you not to play with such stuff. Hon, you need to get bigger before you can play with these. Okay?"

"Hmm...gimme the hat and ball!" she changed the topic, forgetting everything.

"Uh-huh, Give me. Don't come to short forms that early." She giggled, as if I had cracked a joke.

"Amelia," I froze.

Karen couldn't pronounce my name, she was just six, and she called me 'Am'.

"AM!"

Ohmygod

Karen just called me by my name! She couldn't do that before! I couldn't help but hug her. For the first time ever in fifteen years, I felt happy for my decision of wanting a sister, despite of her pranks.

At six fifty-four, I got a text from Ellen.

It read, 'Don't sleep in your pyjamas, and get ready for EIGHT.' I don't understand why Ellen can't put it straight. And then I was thinking what's today at eight.

"Party! Party!" Karen jumped and hopped all around me with her hat on.

"What now Karen?" I frowned. Just then, I grabbed my phone and texted Ellen back 'Oh never! Thanks for reminding. '

Seven fifteen and I still couldn't decide what to wear. Karen wanted to help. She suggested that I wear a frock and a hat, which according to her age was quite sensible. So I texted Ellen.

'What do you think I'd wear?'

She replied after a minute. 'Apron?'

'Nah, something better?' I provoked her, to put some brains in.

'A shimmery black dress?' she guessed.

'Wait and watch!' I grinned.

I wasn't twig-thin, nor fat. So skinny dresses were not my type, nor were loose ones either. So it was quite a chaos deciding what I should wear. It took me about half an hour to get ready and that too without my make-up. I hardly had any time for that. So I lined my eyes with the eye-liner and slipped he lip gloss in my small sling bag. I combed my hair a few times, and ruffled my hair and then brushed it all over again.

Mom wasn't at home, I couldn't drive so Ellen drove up to my place. I turned the lights off in my room.

Now, I was ready to party.

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