Tara
I slipped on a casual pair of black heels and looked in the mirror. Unlike all the other girls in the whole world I don't get all nervous and try on all my clothes before I go on a date. I had my heels on and my favorite pair of dark denim jeans. For my top I had a semi-fancy black spaghetti-strap tank-top that hung pretty low but not low enough to look slutty. Underneath my shirt I had my small lacy black bra on. My brown hair was curled into perfect, sexy waves that framed my face. I had on some light green, not lime green of anything ugly like that, eyeshadow that made my green eyes pop, eyeliner because who doesn't wear eyeliner, and some mascara to make my eyelashes long and sexy. For my lips I had a red lipstick on, but not a bright colour that it looked silly, to add a sexy touch to my lips. Then of course cover-up even though I only use it lightly for I hate people who wear so much makeup and cover-up that they look fake, besides I already have almost perfect skin.
My neck was outlined with a small golden chain which at the bottom held a small gold heart. My father gave it to me before he died and so I like to have it on, even though I don't wear it as much as I used to. I looked in the mirror and smiled, tonight was going to be a fun night. I glanced over at the clock and it told me I had five more minutes. Ugh, I can't wait to get out of the house already.
I spent a lot of the day with Ailyn and Kate and we hung out at the park. Call us immature but we found a bubble kit and we were blowing bubbles like five year old. We also brought all the left over sugar and ate it all. I'm surprised my perfect white teeth didn't turn brown and rotten from all the sugar. Yet after when I got home I had to help my mom clean the house, and let me tell you, that not very fun. I looked in the mirror again then ran down the stairs, waiting for a knock on the door.
I jumped onto the couch and turned on the TV, looking for anything that look okay. After flicking threw about seven channels there was a knock on the door and I jumped off the couch, turning off the TV. I opened the door and there stood Matthew with a smile on his face. I looked at the clock, 6:30, he was right on time. "Shall we go," he said in a fake English accent and I smiled and nodded. "We shall," I said slightly smirking as I walked out the door.
"Be home later," I yelled to my mom before shutting the door behind me. Matthew was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged his waist making him look sexy as well as a button down shirt that I have to say looked good on him. A baggy sweater was thrown over top of his shirt and was zipped up to about an inch higher then his belly-button.
"You look so beautiful," Matthew said opening the car door for me. "You don't look so bad yourself," I said smiling. He shut my door and walked around to get into his side. His car was nice now that I really looked at it, an expensive car of some sort. The seats felt nice on my exposed shoulders and upper back. I leaned into them as Matthew started up the car.
The theater was pretty close to my house so it wasn't such a long drive. Soon we pulled into a parking spot and I stepped out of the car, Matthew right beside me. I smiled and reached over, grabbing his hand and our fingers closed around each other's. We started walking towards the movie theater, we were going to see the new Transformers movie. If you guys haven't seen them you should their pretty good, I love fighting, action, movies more then sad girly "chick flicks". Yet I totally think Megan Fox still should be in Transformers, I mean come on you put in this random new girl and she never gets dirty! She looks like a barbie doll, I mean, come on.
We walked up to the person at the ticket booth and asked for two tickets which he gave us. He was a teen around our age with weird nerdy glasses and bright orange hair. He had freckles that covered every inch of his pale face. His eyes a pale blue almost grey colour and he had a nasally sounding voice. We stepped inside and waited in line to get some amazing, yummy movie popcorn. The line wasn't all that long and we got a large popcorn to split and two medium drinks. Matthew paid for everything even though I said I could pay for something yet he wouldn't let me. He said something about it's not right for a the girl to have to pay on a date or some bullshit like that. As well he assured me he had enough money to get everything.

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JugendliteraturTara is a normal 16 year old girl except maybe a little more into parting. She is popular at every school she goes to, the boys love her, and always there is a fight to try to win her heart. She is a heartbreaker, a little bit of a bitch, buts thats...