The Second Chance

Chapter 5

I felt the soft satin tickle my skin as the black dress hung right above my knee creating an effect that made my stumpy legs go on for days. The thin lace overlay made the otherwise bland dress a masterpiece and I kept my grip around the weaving thread never wanting to let go.

A sigh left my lips as my eyes scanned the reflection standing before me. This girl was different from what I usually saw. The thick mascara made my eyes pop in a way that made the boring hazel seem like the most interesting color in the world. I liked the red lipstick that coated my lips and the soft waves that fell over my shoulders and ended a couple inches above my waist.

Sarah really has outdone herself this time.

I flashed a smile showing the contrast of the intense red and bright white. I straightened my back and took it all in again feeling the comfort envelope me in warmth, this would work. I looked down at the mess of a bathroom that surrounded me. Empty bottles of nail polish littered the table, and thick smudges of eye liner stained the white countertop. At least 10 makeup remover wipes piled around the trash can from our failed 'free throws'.

I smoothed out the wrinkled skirt that pooled over my legs and ended slightly below my thighs. It was one of the dresses I had purchased in my pre Jason shopping spree. It was edgier than what I normally wore and at first several levels of nerves piled in my stomach.

Sarah being Sarah than went on a very long, and explicit, rant that consisted of what would go through every guy's mind when I strutted by. I mean how could I refuse?

In the end I purchased the dress, and Sarah spent the rest of the day with a smirk on her lips. Bitch.

But I had to admit she was right the little curves I had showed through this dress and made me go from 'eh' to sort of stunning.

Bang!

An ear splitting thump on the door made me jump out of my glossy heels and almost land on my butt.

"Hurry up," Sarah whined through the thick wood, "Get your flat ass out of there and let me see," I rolled my eyes and glanced at my butt. She had a point.

I flipped my hair over my shoulder letting it cling to my back and took a deep breath. She can't hurt you. She won't bit-

"I SAID MOVE YOUR ASS!" she shrieked and my thoughts of encouragement went right out the window along with any bravery I had built up.

Taking a shaky step towards the door I cursed under my breath when the thin heels clambered in the most ungraceful way.

I had worn my pair of converse for that past week, even after giving up on hiding in the back ground. I mean converse were just so comfortable, while these heels were a bitch.

The downside was the past two years of wearing heels practically every day seemed to be completely forgotten. The proof is how I look like a five year old who stole her moms expensive pumps and can't seem to stand straight up for more than a minute.

Curse you converse and your comfort.

I slowly pushed open the door hearing soft creaks with every push. The first thing I noticed was the tub of Nutella placed on my bed with a spoon sticking up right and chocolate stains taking up my comforter.

The second thing I noticed was I very angry Sarah wiping the Nutella off of her face as she typed on her phone so hard I was surprised the screen didn't break.

I contemplated whether to-

A. go up to her and get her attention.

Or