Those Last Few Days {ON HOLD}

4 { When Life Ends }

(I'm thinking i should give the chapters names... You pick!) (And I also changed a bit of the old chapters so go and check them out ok? Ok.)

Alex PoV

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/MEGA TIME SKIP TO FRIDAY/

Pink dress with cute floral patterns and some purple hightops...
No!

Mid drift sweater with a pair of lips on it, with some black skinny jeans and black leather converse...
No!

Nirvana singlet tucked in to a high waist, black leather skater skirt with white converse...
NO!

Oh my gosh I swear I have nothing to wear!!! It is already 3:46pm and I am standing in my room, wrapped up in a towel, clothes scattered everywhere and I can't find a single outfit to wear to my date tonight! So I keep looking through my mess.

I give up on looking on the ground and go back to my cupboard to look. As I'm going through my cupboard I come across a box. It is about as long as my arm and is quite light. Being as curious as I am, I open the box. Inside the box was a beautiful black leather dress. I pull it out and investigate it. It is really adorable! There is also a photo in the box. It is a photo of my mum wearing the dress when she went to her school formal. Assuming it's hers, I quickly race downstairs to ask my mum if I could try it on.

"Hey mum?" I ask my mum, slightly out of breath as I'm not the most athletic person you will meet.
"Hello Alex, what's the matter?" My mum always ask this when I'm out of breath as I do have severe asthma.
"Oh, I just wanted to know if I could wear this to my date tonight?" I beg my mum.
"Well of course you can. You know I wor-" I cut mum off by running to my room to get changed.
"THANKYOU!" I call out to her.
I quickly run to my room, tripping one a shirt when I got in their. I fall to the ground and scrape my face on my desk.
"Shit!" I quietly exclaim. I carefully run to my bathroom to see the damage. I have a scar going right down my left cheek. It's not as big as I thought it would be so that's a positive. But now I will be putting on double the amount of foundation as I was going to.

/TIMESKIP/

Putting on my makeup was a struggle but I did it. I decided to stay natural but classy, so I put on white eyeshadow with a contour of black to make my eyes standout, mascara, dark red lipstick and of course LOTS of foundation.

I start to put in the dress when I hear the door bell ring! Is that Jake! What's the time? It is only 4:48! It can't be him! Is it? I peek outside my bedroom door, as I only have my bra and underwear on, to see who it is. I can't quite tell but it looks like my mum is talking a 50 year old man with a huge brown beard and a clipboard, not Jake.

I go back to my room and finish getting ready. I get the dress on but I can't get the zipper. I look to see if my mum is still talking to that guy at the door, which she is. The only other person in this house who could help me is my dad! I have three options here A) go interrupt mum so she can do up my zipper... In front of that guy B) go (awkwardly) ask my dad to zip it up or C) go on my date with my back exposed. Ok so maybe not C but then what will I do!?

I decide with a completely different idea and call mum on her mobile to get her attention. But where is my phone? Oh crap! It must be somewhere underneath all the clothes! It's already 4:52pm and he is supposed to get her in 8 minutes! As I'm looking through the clothes I hear the front door slam.  Mums finished talking to that guy, finally. I race out to mum as quickly as i can to find her crying against the door frame. I slowly approach her as she cries silently.

"Mum, are you ok?" I ask, rubbing small circles on her back to try and comfort her.

"huh? Oh no i-i'm fine. John, that guy, just made me laugh so much i'm crying." She says while wiping away her tears. I no she is faking, but i decide to drop it.

"Oh ok. Hey could you do up the zipper on my dress. My date will be here in fiVE MINUTES?!? OH MY GOSH MUM HURRY!!!" I yell realising the time.

"Ok ok, shh you'll be fine." My mum tries to soothe me.

"ok, ok. But hurry!"I mini-yell.

After my mum finishes with my zipper, i race back to my room to do a final checkup. Only i could be stupid enough to be this late! I go to my mirror to check my appearance. Hair, check. Make up, check. Outfit, check. Purse... where is my purse? Oh My Gosh!? I take a quick glance across my room. Can't see it. It could be under my clothes somewhere? I drop to my knees and start ripping clothes everywhere to find my purse. It has my phone, money, my 'girly' things (just in case), etc in it!

"MUMMMMMMM!!!!!" I scream out, mums know everything right?

"Yes, Alex, what's wrong?" She asks while looking at me strangely.

"I CAN'T FIND MY PURSE!!!!" I, once again, scream out while still ripping clothes everywhere.

"Oh." My mum starts "I thought I saw it out on the kitchen bench thi-" I interrupt her as I push past to get to my purse. I run out to the kitchen and sure enough, there was my purse. And as if it were planned, the door bell rings.

"Mum!" I whisper-yell at my mum. "Could you get the door? Please?"

"Yeah sure, you go get packed. Anyway, I think dad wants to talk to him." She says, looking sorry for me (in a joking way).

"Oh gosh no. Oh well, i will be out soon." I say jogging to my room.

I hear mum open the door and talk to him for a bit, but i feel like his voice has changed a bit... then i hear a bang.

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IM SORRY OK I LEFT YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER!!! DONT HURT ME!!!

But what do you think happened? Why was his voice different? ooOooOooOooOOoohhhHhhHhHhhHH MysTErY!

GUESS WHAT? IM WRITING A POEM BOOK!!! *people in the background being paid to cheer* Anyway its called "Poems by Me" (so original) and i have already put on my first poem which took me two days to write. COPYRIGHT!

See ya reading next time, Jessica xx