"I was invited to a party - not just any party - BUT JUSTIN BIEBER'S PARTY! (How the heck did you meet him?) OMG! I ran upstairs and I raided through my closet, where I had SO MANY CLOTHES, but I don't have one dress to wear! (Not one dress? Not even one?) Aw, shucks! (Who says that?) What am I going to do? I KNOW! I'll go shopping!
*At Le Store*
I'm in the dressing room modeling some beautiful dresses. One is a blue dress with diamonds encrusted at the top of the dress. The skirt-part of the dress is made of some lovely tulle and - most importantly - IT'S SPARKLY! The other dress I have is red and it flows all the way down to my ankles. By the breasts, there are some super-hot red sequins that match my eye shadow perfectly.
OH YEAH! I totes forgot to tell you about my makeup! (Oh no, please don't...)
Okay, so I have gorgeous red eye shadow covering my eyelids (I know where eye shadow goes) and I have mascara on my eyelashes. (I KNOW WHERE THAT GOES). Eyeliner is lining my eyes (Oh, I wouldn't have guessed!), making the ugly green color just POP! I also have on baby pink blush. The color of the blush is on the picture of your grandma wearing a Christmas sweater - it's not the sweater she's wearing, it's behind that - no, no, it's not on that wrapping paper, just a little behind that - yeah... wait, no! See that tiny little picture in the background? Yeah, the one with the lady's glasses in the background... Yeah! That's the color of the blush. (Did I really need to know that?) Anyways, my lipstick matches my baby pink blush. It's cool."
Did I ask? No I didn't. So why did you have to explain every little last detail about what you're wearing? I don't want to know!
Seriously. Just put a picture of the outfit on the side. And don't have Annabelle wear heavy clown makeup. I feel bad for her.
Read on for the next chapter!
