Eighteen year-old Zach Curtis has lost everything: his girlfriend, his job and his scholarship. Nothing in the world matters anymore, until he receives a rude awakening from a stranger.
Petite and awkward, Terra Quinn is living the life with her bes...
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– Terra –
Zach and I managed to get the banner done with just enough time left for me to go home to get changed and wash all the glitter off my hair. I may have annoyed him too much and caused him to dump the remaining onto my head. The only thing he had to say to that was: 'You sparkle.'
To be fair, I was just asking/forcing him to go to the party tonight. How can the artist behind the banner not show up, after all the work he put in? It doesn't matter anymore because I made him agree to go, on the condition that he will leave early which is better than a no-show, anyway.
When I got back to the apartment, Abby was already geared up to go to Zumba, something she had signed up for in hopes of keeping her mind healthy.
"Have fun tonight." Abby wishes me as she laces her sport shoes, looking at my shiny hair questioningly.
"You too." I wish her back. "I'm sure you'll meet plenty of people there. I won't call if you're back late."
"Oh please, I have a feeling you'll be the one who will be late tonight. Maybe you won't even be back at all." She grins. "Well, I'm ready to kick all these depressing thoughts to the curb. I'll see you tomorrow, if not later."
I wave as she leaves the room, and I hop into the shower after that, humming to Ed Sheeran's catchy tunes. The excitement is bubbling within me and I haven't felt this way in a while. Perhaps it is because I haven't actually been to a gathering or house party, and unlike all the other parties I've been to back then at the club, I feel more reassured since I'll be with good company. I don't even have to worry about having my drinks spiked or being violated by a drunk slob. Tonight, it's just going to be all about having fun.
It takes me a good twenty minutes to be sparkle-free, and I sigh at the sight of the bathtub filled with colorful glitter on the edges. I suppose I can clean that later.
Drying my hair with a towel, I go through my little choice of outfits, debating with myself the sort of look I should go for. It is just an ordinary party, and it's not like I'm obliged to dress a certain way since it's just Daniel and the rest, they are as casual and easygoing as people can get, but it's a party, I ought to look good for a party, right?
Without wasting another second, I reach for my go-to summer outfit, a white top matched with frayed denim shorts, then I hide myself in a loose grey cardigan for extra comfort. At least if I fall asleep halfway, I'll be cozy, I think.
I take one good look at myself in the mirror, giving myself an enthusiastic nod of approval, though I quickly regret it when my damp hair flops onto my face.
I spend the next five minutes indecisively choosing between makeup or no makeup, and only end up going with the most minimal ones I can pull off. Unlike every other cover-ready girl who I so frequently see on Tumblr, makeup never looks good on me. I'm also partially convinced that I'm just a terrible makeup artist. Yeah, it's probably the latter.
