I didn't know what to do. Is she telling the truth or lying to me? Tiffany has a tendency of lying to get her way. Maybe she didn't ask mom, like she said she did.
She took me into her bathroom. I swear this bathroom looked like it was being used by Dolly Parton! There was so much makeup, shampoo, conditioner, and remover to decorate every girl at a Justin Beiber concert! When I stepped in, I started to choke from all of the powder in the air. I'm not sure if I can live through this!
"Get on this stool and face me, please," she directed. I did as told and still wasn't sure of all of this. "Do you want me to choose my eyeshadow or whatever it's called?" "Nope!" she said with a smile. "I have the perfect colors for you!" she said eagerly.
It hit me right after she started the makeup, that she said she was late 15 minutes ago so now she is really, really late. I kind of feel bad. Should I tell her just to go without me? I decided just to ask her about why she was doing this for me when she was really late. "Hey, Tiff," I said.
"Yeah?" she said curiously.
"Didn't you say before you said you were gonna bring me to the party, that you were late?" I said kind of upset.
"Well yes, but that was only because I wasn't gonna take you at first until I noticed you were upset that I didn't invite you or let your little friend come over. That's why I said that." she said. I tried to comprehend every word she said. "Also, the only way mom was going to let me go was if I took you, so I thought we could maybe try this whole thing about bonding with your sister majig," she said with a weird smile on her face.
"Oh, okay," I responded. Something else just hit me! I'm getting all beat up! She read my diary! Ugh, she makes me so mad when she does that! Maybe I could tell her and she will understand; I don't want her to do that, or I could read hers and we will be even. Hmm, I think I will just come out and say it.
"Hey, Tiff," I say again.
"What now?"
"Why did you read my diary?" I said, sounding as angry as possible.
"Oh my gosh, you're really gonna throw a fit now?" she said.
" Ugh, I'll let this one go, but please just don't look in it again," I said as I whined.
"Fine," she said.
When we finally got done with my makeup she started on hers, but she does that everyday so it's gonna be fast. Hopefully. "Do you want me to put on my dress?" I questioned.
"Sure, but please don't rub your makeup because I worked really hard on it," she said with a serious face.
"No promises!" I said with a smile.
"Haha," she said sarcastically.
I took the dress that she gave me earlier off her bed and walked to my room. I started to put on my dress. When I finally got it on, it felt like it weighed 20,000 pounds! I turned around to look in my mirror hanging up on my wall and found this beautiful girl standing where the normal me would usually be. There is no way this is me. I felt like a princess! I heard a knock at the door of my bedroom. It was Tiffany.
"Rayna, are you ready?" She said.
Before I could answer, I heard a honk in the drive-way.
"I guess I'm ready," I said, unsure who that person was.
I opened the door and I hear Tiffany saying,"Wow, your pretty. And you say I'm way prettier than you, but right now are prettier than me!" she said.
"Are you serious?" I said skeptically.
"Yes, you are like a mini-me!" she said, excited.
I laughed! "Who was honking at us in the drive-way?" I said curiously.
"Oh that," she paused. "That's our ride."
"Oh, ok," I said.
We walked to the door, opened it, and told Tiffany,"Each before beauty!"
"Oh, whatever!" she said sarcastically.
We both walked to the car and a man got out the drivers seat to open our doors. He opened mine first which was the back seat door. Then, he walked to the other side of the car and stopped at the passenger door. He opened it and Tiffany sat down in the seat. Lastly, he walked to his seat and cranked the car.
"Are y'all ready for the party?" he said kindly.
"Ready as can be!" Tiffany exclaimed.
He looked back at me like he was waiting for an answer. I gave him one after about 10 seconds. I didn't really know what to say. Was I supposed to say? No? And just open the door and walk back to the house? I mean really, if I wasn't ready I wouldn't be in the vehicle! I just told him yes, to get that over with. "Well, you ladies look beautiful tonight!" he said elegantly.
He turned back to me and said, "Now, what's your name?"
"Rayna," I said, cautiously.
"My name is Donald."
I looked at him weird.
"You know like Donald Duck?" he paused. "Quack quack!"
"Not to be rude, but I'm not a little kid ya know?" I replied.
"Okay, well, let's start this over miss 'not a little kid'!" he said with a smile.
"My name is Donald Fershay," he paused. " Now how's that?"
"Sure," I said sarcastically. "Can we just go please?"
"I guess so" he replied.
We started to drive off. I grabbed my purse and got my diary out. I wrote in it a description of Donald. I put that he had blue eyes, he was funny, he had lots of muscle, he was hot, and that he had brown hair and was very tan.
Before Tiffany turned around I hurried and put my diary an pen up. She looked back at me and smiled, I smiled back. I was kind of glad she was my sister and read my diary.
