Glimpse

Chapter 3

Days passed and it was wet October now, Veronica and I didn’t talk much after I confronted her about the DM. But it didn’t matter. The holidays were near, just two months and we would be on vacation.

But tonight was Macie’s party and the girls and I decided to meet up in Carly’s house and occupy her rooms to get ready. The theme is less is more?

Emily: Ok girls. Lets see what we got.

We all smiled at each other, we always did this when we went to parties. We would separately get ready in different rooms just to surprise one another. We all had our own types of styles but we understood them.

Stella, who had dark brown eyes and her short hair dip dyed was always the cute one. She had this innocent look to herself and was always simple. She loved pastels colors and was obsessed with bows.

Amy always went with the elegant, vintage look. Keeping it chick, she always had her winged eyeliner and braided her black locks across her backside. Her makeup always complimented her tanned skin and she loved texture in her dresses.

Emily was always the well-dressed one. Her curly, black hair was set back into a bun and it went with her naive eyes. Everything was matched perfectly; people would always compliment her style because of how much it tied together. She always wore simple makeup and it went with her dress.

Carly was the life of the party; she always was the wild one who went crazy. Her dresses would always be sparkly or would always catch attention. She kept her long, dark brown hair simple; braiding it like Amy and so was her makeup. Her signature look would always consist of having the highest heels out of the party, which she always rocked.

Jennifer was always the interesting one. She also had a sense of matching her outfit but it was done in an interesting way. She always went all out with prints and trying new things out. Her makeup was perfectly done and her straight, highlighted hair was simple so there won’t be much commotion.

Lastly, it was I. I believe that I always had a formal look. I always wore sophisticated clothing. My middling, straight hair was always much more formal than my friends and I was quiet when it came to parties. My makeup went with my fair skin and my shoes and clutch had to match.

We jumped into the spacious GMC and we all had hoped that it would be a night to remember. The radio was playing, when suddenly we heard something.

“This song is dedicated to Hannah Dalton, anonymously.”

I need another story

Something to get off my chest

My life gets kind of boring

Need something that I can confess

Till' all my sleeves are stained red

From all the truth that I've said

Come by it honestly I swear

Thought you saw wink, no

I've been on the brink, so

We all sat quietly, listening to the lyrics, ever single word and every single beat hitting up to our eardrums. The song shouted out to me, I’m not done with this, I thought I was but I wasn’t.

Tell me what you want to hear

Something that were like those ears

Sick of all the insincere

So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie

Don't care if critics ever jump in line