Braelynn|
Well today's the day. The day of my death. Yay. I eventually make my way out of bed and into my bathroom. I wash my face and head over to my makeup table. Not trying to impress anyone today, I decide to put on some eyeliner and mascara, and then a little bit of pale pink lip gloss. I decide to lightly curl my straight hair. And I decide to wear a black shirt with short stripped shorts, and my white converse. Of course, Emma was dressed in a stunning dress, making me look like some type of hobo. Yay again.
"Bye girls! Be good!" And with that we're in my car. The event is only 15 minutes away from my house, which works out well. We pull up at the venue, and there's hundreds of screaming girls outside the building. But there's one problem. I have to go to the bathroom. Yay yay yay.
I walk up to an older guard, standing by the door. "Hi, sir. I was wondering if there were in bathrooms near by?"
He tells me there's only one lady's restroom, and that's it's on the second floor, right near donuts. Considering the fact that it's only 9:30, it smells AMAZING. He said the bathroom was right by the kitchen, but I can't find it anywhere. My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I go and check to see who it was. My mom, of course, checking in on us. I start walking while responding to my mom, just to collide with a hard chest. God, why am I so freaking short. I look up to meet faces with a boy with blonde hair and really blue eyes. "Oh my gosh I'm so so sorry!", I say, totally embarrassed. He looks sorta familiar, but I have no clue why.
