just one night

Scarlett

It was just supposed to be for one night. I never expected it to get so out of control. As soon as she step foot in the front door Scarlett and I could feel the hairs on the back of our necks stand even though we were upstairs in her room. It wasn't the type of feeling you get at a concert or when you're blasting good music through over sized headphones... oh no we wished it was that feeling over and over again. It was worse, way worse. Something deadly. They'd go psycho over the smallest things. We could see the fear in each others eyes. It was too late; we couldn't take back what we did, not that we wanted to in the first place. I'd been scar's friend long enough to know how horrible her family was not just to her, to everyone. Just in general, really. They were very unpleasant. None of them had any friends. They never went out as a family; in fact they never went out at all unless they needed to. There were never any 'lets go somewhere I have no idea where but lets just go' days. There were just 'we have an appointment on this day and we will run out of groceries in approximately this amount of days so we need one day to go to the market to restock. A few years back Scarlett even convinced herself that she was adopted for a while. I mean I wouldn't blame her. If I was part of that family, I would've either ran away, called child services to take me away or if that didn't work I'd just tell everyone I was adopted. I'd never tell scar that though, even though she hated their appearance and the way they were, at the end of the day they were her family and she loved them to bits. Ive never met any being as kind as her. All her life she's just given a friendly vibe out to everyone and everyone wanted to be her friend. She couldn't bear hurting any animal or creature let alone people and their feeling no matter how awful they may be. She always had a kind word for everyone but when people come to her for advice she would change completely. I mean she'd still be incredibly friendly but she also believes lies don't get you anywhere. She would be honest with everyone or she just wouldn't say anything. Although she has similar physical features with her family, their minds were constructed in what I would say completely different ways. Her family was black white and grey, dull, uncreative, lonely. You name it. Every boring word that comes to mind, get a thesaurus out if you must. You get the point, they were boring as. Scar on the other hand, opened a completely new book. She was gorgeous. Her bone structure was so pleasing to look at, high deep cheekbones which made her cheeks round when she smiled. She has a strong jawline, even from a front view you could see it so clearly. She had barely any wrinkles, which I find slightly odd for our age. Most 17-year olds has wrinkles here and there but you'd need magnifiers to find some on her. Scars hair was a shiny crimson red with light pinkish strawberry blonde highlights. Her natural hair was dark brown. It took her a whole year to convince her family into coloring her hair; after she did it she said she never wanted to change the color again because she was so in love with it. She never wanted to be like them let alone look anything like them. She wasn't too tall, about 5ft 4. The perfect height for most of the guys in our school. Even though she started growing her hair out about a few months ago, in that short amount of time it was already at her secretly pierced belly button. I must say, she had beautiful hair. In the right lighting it would gleam brighter than a flashlight with newly put batteries. The color was beautiful in any lighting but in the sun, she was like a goddess. The crimson gave her a sexy look while the highlights brought her back down to earth and made her look innocent and adorable. You'd see countless heads turn wherever we went whether it was just walking down one of the isles in Wal-Mart or walking along the coast of Cali. It was thin when its wet, but she didn't have to put much effort into styling it for the perfect look. Just a little hair drying and teasing and it would look thick and wavy. The way it bounced mimicked the way she walked when she was joyful. Her eyes, Hazelnut with a light gray outline. She would do her make up in such a peculiar way. Her flawless skin didn't need much of anything really. Most people choose whether to bring out their eyes with dark make up or their lips with an outstanding color but Scarlett? She adored the feeling she got when she made both her eyes and lips vibrant. She would outline her lips with a black lip liner and feel the insides with red or maroon and she would do it in such a way that it looked like the black was gradually turning into a red. It was amazing. With her eyes she always used to wing her eyeliner the exact same way every single time, I never knew how she managed to do it so perfectly. It wasn't too long that the line was going all the way up to her perfectly shaped brown eyebrows but it wasn't too short that it looked like she had something clumped up on top of her eyelashes. She'd curl the tips, which made her eyebrows stand out more and put beige and a sparkly brown and gold eye shadow to fade it out a bit making the shape an illusion to the eye. it gave her features more definition even though at the same time she was drawing attention away from them. Her eyelashes were brown but naturally thick and really long. The type you find on some guys. She wasn't too tanned; I'd say a healthy color for a schoolgirl that lives in California. Every time she'd talk about something she was passionate about I swear you could see the hazelnut in her eyes start glistening a little. Her pupils would get bigger which made you get lost in them, you could lose concentration on what she was saying it was that intriguing. The sides of her eyes would crinkle up and she'd bring her eyebrows down just a little and crinkle the top of the bridge of her nose. She had this cheeky smile that had the power to let her get away with murder. It made her cheeks look as plump as a newly ripe apple. When she spoke everyone would listen. Not because she was a good speaker, or because what she was saying was genuinely interesting, keeping in mind that she was a very intelligent girl. They'd listen simply because it was so angelic, calming even. The pitch, it wasn't to high pitch that it'd bother you in time and it wasn't too low that it would make her sound like a pre-pubescent man. It was melodic. The rhythm she talked in, the way she pronounced words was like a completely new accent. Sometimes she'd even giggle at some of the words, melting everyone right then and there.