Chapter One - This is it.
The alarm started to go off, and I quickly got up knowing that today was the day I’ve been dreaming of ever since I was in year seven.
Prom.
I was so excited. I couldn’t believe the day has finally arrived. I had to call Free to let her know the time I would be coming over to her house. I dialled the number and waited for a response.
“Hello?” She said sounding excited.
“Free, today’s the day!” I could hear the hallelujah bells ringing in my head.
“I know.” She giggled and I followed. “Chloe, guess what?”
“Oh my gosh, what?” I asked enthusiastically.
“Today’s our Prom!”
“I know!” I laughed. “So have you started to get ready?”
“No, have you?”
“No not yet, but I’m going to start now.”
“So at what time are you coming over? We have exactly eight hours.”
Eight hours? Oh God. This couldn’t get any more nerve racking. I still have to do my hair, nails and make up. There was just no way I would be done by six.
“I’ll be there in exactly two hours, okay?” I muttered.
“Okay then, looser. I’ll see you then.”
We exchanged goodbyes and hung up. As soon as I ended the call, panic started to swirl my mind. I went over to my wardrobe and opened it. There it was my beautiful silk dress.
My dress was tailored by a local designer. I had given my ideas to her and she came up with the final piece which now hangs on my wardrobe door.
The dress was authentic. The bodice was embedded with beads and lace which made it look vintage. At the waist was a strand of lilac ribbon that was tied at the back making a bow.
As I put it on, I twirled in front of the mirror, letting my skirt spin around me and falling back to my knees. It fitted me well, and it was the sort of style I usually go for.
“Chloe!” Mum called. Mum was probably more excited than I was, she’s been going on about prom ever since I bought my ticket. She couldn’t wait to do my hair and makeup. I figured I would let her do it since it would mean a lot to her.
“I’m coming.” I quickly scooped my heels from the floor and ran down the stairs almost tripping over the last one as I attempted to fly. I just loved the way my dress flowed with the wind, I felt like a superhero.
Mum had already set up the table with the makeup tools she will need. As soon as she saw me, a proud smile flickered over her face. It looked like small tears were swelling up in her eyes, but she bit her lower lip to control them.
“You look beautiful Chloe Clover.” She almost whispered the words, trying hard not to cry.
“Thanks mum.” I said as I ran towards her and flung my arms around her hugging her tightly.
“Ready?” She asked as she held me by the shoulders.
“Uh-huh.” I shook my head as I jumped on the seat and clapped my hands ready to have a makeover.
After what felt like forever, my hair was finally done, it was spiralled into tight curls which were lifted into an up-hair do. I had faint blusher on, which was just enough to make my cheeks glow; my brown marbled eyes were the attention of my face, as I had mascara which volumized my eyelashes.
