Cake Face

Chapter 1: Sweeth Tooth for Sprinkle Spots

Lucy's POV:

"Eve! You and Lucy are in charge of the shop today! I have some business at work that I need to attend to!" Dad called down the stairs.

It was the third week of summer break before I became a senior. Time seemed to pass too slow during the past years. I had almost no one to help support me through my bumps throughout my pathetic little life.

I stare at my dad as he walks down the stairs while combing his hair. I don't think parents get that you have summer break so you can get AWAY FROM work.

Eve sighed and rolled her eyes as she replied to Dad with a exasperated groan. I cracked a tiny smile at her dramatic expression. She should have joined theater when they offered.

She caught me looking at her and grinned widely. Her smile was so beautiful. It was like someone turned on a flashlight under a blanket. Soft and yet still radiant.

Eve was 3 years older than me. She had been a freshmen in high school when Mom died. I had developed a very close relationship with her after the experience. She had been the one who helped me with the kids bullying me. She had introduced me to makeup.

"You know, you're pretty when you actually smile, Luce. You should do it more often," Eve said.

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. I rarely smiled. The past had ripped me away from my happiness. And I could live with that. I was depressed so much that I had eventually started to except it. But Eve never seemed to.

"Shut up," I mumbled.

Dad came down the stairs and kissed us both on the forehead before saying, "Okay girls, make sure nothing too exciting happens while I'm gone. I'd like to see everything in one piece when I come back."

"We know. We'll head there soon," Eve said, clearly annoyed.

"Love you Eve. Love you too Lucy," Dad chuckled.

When he had left, Eve stood up from her comfortable spot on the couch.

"Alright pipsqueak, let's get ready. We have to head to the shop soon if we want to pig out on cake before our shift starts," Eve said grabbing her purse and checking her makeup in the hallway mirror.

I looked over at her and sighed. The clock read 2:34 in the afternoon. I groaned and got up. Eve tossed me my pale yellow purse. As she went to grab her car keys, I decided to check my makeup. I always wore makeup to work. It made me look more professional. And of course, covered up my scars.

My makeup on my cheek covered up the long scratch across it. It started at the top of my forehead, ended at the nape of my neck, and cut across the bridge of my nose. Another tendril of it crossed over the center on my check and branched off like a freakin' tree. Or a lightning bolt or something.

The rest of my reflection was dressed in tiny pink overalls and a white crop top. My shoulder-length mop of wavy blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun. I had a tiny nose and big green eyes. I had decided at an early age that I looked somewhat like a bigger version of a fairy on crack or something.

Eve caught me scowling at my reflection. She grabbed my arm and pulled me away from my reflection. She gave me a look of concern but said nothing. She knew how much I hated my appearance.

As she turned to face me I got to take a good look at all her features for the thousandth time.

Eve really is pretty. She has a head of blue hair that she decorates with barrettes and French braids. Her tiny waist and small chest make her look like a really hot Polly Pocket. Her style usually consists of different things. She'll be wearing something really cute and pastel colored and the next she'll show up with a ripped up crop top of a shirt and sneakers.