Lost love

The party

                            Chapter two

       The next morning the girls forced me to tag along at the hair salon since today was graduation I figured a few hours of this misery won't kill. As I get called over by the hair dresser, noticing her name was Betty. Man could this lady afford to eat a sandwich. Or a small cow. Either or. She takes a look at my way too long, bland brown fuzzy hair and asks me what I'd like to have done. To be honest I had no clue, hair is not really my thing, I'm simple and I play it safe. All the girls were begging me for a change, "go all out" yelled Ingrid. Whatever that meant. I had a moment of heroism so I turned to Betty and said I trust you. You could see the glow in her eye. Two hours later after cutting, dying, blow drying, curlers the size of my fist along with makeup I never even knew existed before, Betty finally spun me around. I looked in mirror, confused as to whether it was me or a girl from a Pepsi commercial. "Damn!" yelled Beth "you are smoking hot Ms. Isabel!"All the other girls were in awe. I know had medium layered hair, soft curls along with caramel highlights, that blended perfectly with my brown locks. The eye makeup was so dramatic it made my blue eyes seem like ice. This was called a Smokey eye, hm. You live and you learn right? Beth was right, I was hot. It actually felt good. As we made our way to graduation it was one of the most beautiful days in Hicksville. No ugly gray skies this time. All sunshine and rainbows. Okay maybe not the rainbows. All the girls were on stage waiting for our diplomas. Say our school president began to announce names, Brian Walters, yuck.Beth Jerkins, and Isabel Adams. Moment of relief came over me and i was dang proud of it. I earned this. Being handed that little rolled up paper felt exhilarating. Although, i must also say I'm glad it's finally over! Good bye high school. Hello adult hood.  Later that evening Paul and I went to Joey's restaurant. We've been going to this place since I was four. Hanna who has always been our waitress makes her way over as soon as we sat. She congratulated me and gave me a big hug. Hanna is one of the best and sweetest person I've ever known. She couldn't even hurt a fly if she had to. As her and my dad chit chatted about tonight's game. Beth is none stop texting me about Amy's graduation party tonight. Amy owns the biggest house in town. Daddy works in stocks and does very well. Though the FBI come knocking often and he seems to always be "away on business" coincidence, probably not. Snobby little thing she is. For Beth's sake I should go before she gets too drunk and attempts to hook up with douche bag Steve who might i add cheated on her with a sophomore. She caught the making out on top of the piano in the music room conveniently located in the schools basement. Later that night all the girls decided to meet at Mary's and get ready there. I was the last to arrive. As i walk in first thing I hear "You're going to wear that?" Yelled Mary giving me a look as if i had murdered some named Juan Pablo. For the record, I don't know of any Juan Pablo's. I looked down at my rolling stone t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and convers and answered "um, yes?" I was questioning myself at this point. "Oh no darling", Mary headed over to her dresser shuffling through the trillions of clothes she owned. "Ah ha! This is the one!" she pulled out a little black dress that had black lace detailing from the waist down, sleeves were midway, with a slightly open back. There was no way I could be caught wearing something like that. Beth begged for me to just try it on. I finally caved in. "you guys, I can't. I feel silly, this isn't for me" I loudly yelled from the bathroom. When i walking back into the room Beth, Mary, and Ingrid all had the same stare. "Are you guys okay, you seem frozen in time" i asked. "Omg, Isabel. You're a girl!" says Mary. "Haha, very funny Mary, she looks beautiful" says Beth. Not only did I have this dress on but along came red pumps. What in the world are pumps? Apparently they were there evil things you wear on your feel in order to attempt to cheat death. Oh lord please let me live. I wobbled over to the mirror, again not recognizing myself. I thought hey, why not break a few habits, since I've been doing it all day. Out the door we were. Sal came to pick us up in his new convertible. Perfect summer night for it. As we walk up to the door way you can hear the loud music, the chatter bottles of champagne popping. I thought to myself well, here we go.