Abvergent

Chapter 13

I feel a hand shake me awake, "Wake up," Weston says. His hand lightly wrapped around my arm. I open my eyes and see him hovering over my bed. "My mom wants you getting ready with the stylists like right now," he says. He drags me out of my bed and I rub my eyes.

He takes me to a room a few hallways down. It is filled with mirrors, vanities, makeup and clothes. I widen my eyes in amazement. I have never seen so much makeup and clothes in my entire life. A man and a lady walk up to me, "I'm Petra, your stylist," the lady says.

"And I'm Keith, your makeup artist," the man says. Keith has me sit on a vanity chair and starts putting makeup on my face that honestly all looks the same to me. I've never worn makeup before and it feels pretty weird. He touches my eyebrows, "This won't do," he says and shakes his head.

He brings a thread and rubs it under, over and in between my eyebrows. It hurts but I've felt worse pain, "There we go," he says. I look in the mirror and what he has done so far already makes my face glow. When he finally finishes he smiles at me. I stare at myself for a while in amazement, "Do you like it?" Keith asks. I nod, unable to speak.

My face looks less scarred and my eyes look less red. My whole face is illuminated and defined. My eyes are a warm brown and my lips are painted red. Keith quickly straightens my hair and Petra takes me to the clothing racks which are filled with dresses.

She picks out a dress that is like a tight black shirt but when it reaches a little bit over my waist goes into a gold glittery skirt with a slit on the side that goes up to the beginning of my thigh. Then she gives me simple black shoes with a small heel. I put it all on and look in the mirror. I have never worn a dress that has hugged my body like this one does. But I love the way it looks.

I smile at Petra, "Thank you," I say. She grins and takes something out of her pocket. She wraps a silver chain with a pearl charm around my neck that only reaches directly below my collarbone, "Thank you for everything that you have done," she says. General Ari walks in, "You look great!" She says, "everyone is ready and on the plane so let's get going."

She pulls me out of the room and downstairs. I go onto the plane and see Jared. He stares at me and doesn't say a word. "Raven you look," he starts, "you look-" he becomes speechless. I laugh, "Thank you," I say. His stylists did a nice job with him.

He is wearing a nice black shirt with white jeans and he even has a bit of face makeup. I sit next to him and we feel the plane begin to take off. We are flying for a few hours until the pilot announces that we are landing. Orlando is much sunnier than Seattle.

Everyone walks out of the plane before Jared and I. From the window I see the flashing of cameras and the people dressed glamorously in black and gold. Jared and I link arms and walk out of the plane. I hear all of these people who I've never met before scream our names. "I was told to just smile and wave," Jared whispers to me, and I do just that.