Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when I defend Jayden and get in trouble.

Tonight, I was set to release Lana upon the crowd of idiots which I call my classmates and probably entire school.
"Isn't she the celebrity who's always attempting to kill herself"? One idiot would ask tonight.
"She scares me, her face makes me think about negative things". Another idiot would say.
But they would see her inside of me.
Thank god I didn't trip tonight or do anything stupid in my costume, it's just the other thing that happened that I'm furious about.

As I applied my make-up in our shared bathroom, I heard my idiot brother talking to his idiot best friend. If you don't remember what Chris and Bobby were going as, then I'll remind you that they were going as each other.
"Dude, do I look like you yet because everyone thought I was Kanye West last year". I heard my brother say at the top of his lungs.
"Well, you did, you kept on insulting everyone".
"Well, isn't that what you do"?
"No, that's your sister".
Without thinking, I exited the bathroom and stormed into my idiot brother's bedroom.
"What the hell, Keoria"? He yelled.
Chris's skin was completely covered with brown paint , Bobby's skin was covered in peach paint. They used the same exact paint last year. Last year was also the year that Chris and Bobby had to carry around spatulas for a few days since the paint was not coming off their skin. When they saw a piece of paint peeling, they would take their spatulas out of their baggy pockets and scrape it off.
It was actually beautiful to watch.
It will be beautiful to watch again. It will be even more beautiful to watch my mom lecture Chris on repeating stupid mistakes. This is a really stupid mistake.
"First of all, you look like idiots. Second of all, I don't why the hell you're using the same paint that caused you agony last year but pleasure for me. Third
of all, I do not insult people on a day to day basis".
"You just called us idiots". Bobby pointed out, ignoring the part about the paint..
I realized I hadn't looked at my phone forever for the time and I decided to leave the idiots to talk about bullshit.
Damn , I thought.
I had twenty minutes to get to Violet's house so we could take selfies, probably fix my failed attempt of putting on my wig  and leave together.
I realized I just had to put on my red wig (well, try) and apply my lipstick. The wig took a good five minutes, including hiding all the strands of my brown hair away into the wig. I knew I still had some large strands remaining, but I would leave that to Winona to fix.
Lipstick was easy and simple. The only thing I still  had to do was escape the mental patient called my mother. I carried my handbag and myself quietly down the stairs.
Unfortunately, Mom was waiting on the couch with her smartphone in her hand whilst Dad sat next to her with his camera.
"Since when are you involved in this ambush"? I asked him.
"Since I told Dad that I want us to become closer as a family". Mom answered for him.
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh my god, Mom. We're too close. Making us closer would basically be like sticking Chris and I back in your womb".
"That's a very interesting point, Kori". Dad said. He sounded proud.
"Keoria, stop taking about your unusual perspective of life for once and just let me take a few photos of you". Mom said.
"I have to go now,I'll just send you the pictures that Leslie takes of us".
The minute I said that, I saw my mother's face turn into an expression of rage.
"Leslie is not the best photographer in the world, I am!" She insisted.
"You know you sound like a loon".
"You do honey, I have a patient that is convinced that he is Van Gough and he even cut off his ear". Dad said.
"Dad, That has nothing to do with what Mom just said".
My dad just stayed quiet after that. He joined my mother in taking pictures. Mom called for the idiots to come down and they obeyed.
As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, they went into routine:

"I'm Bobby!" Chris said.
"I'm Chris"!"

Thats the whole routine, they do it every damn year.
Mom clapped for them as if they had won an Oscar.
"My boy!" She said and she started taking pictures of him and Bobby. She didn't notice the paint. I didn't tell her. I decided to let her figure it out slowly.
"I really have to go..." I said.
"Keoria, I first need one with you and your brother, you and me, you and your father and a group photo".
"Mom, I need to go!" I yelled.
"What's so important? The dance starts in an hour".
"No, it starts in forty eight minutes".
"You know you don't have to be there the minutes the doors open".
"Oh my god Mom, that's the most insane thing you've ever said".
She sighed.
"Okay, just one with you and Chris and then Bobby can join".
After that, Mom released me and I ran down the street to Violet's house, I hoped she wouldn't be angry.
I had promised to help her with her make-up.