November 7th, 2015
I finally understand Katniss' pains. After washing, scrubbing, shaving, waxing, blow-drying, teasing, curling, straightening, bobby-pinning, fluffing, dabbing, applying, glossing, tightening, ruffling, fixing, strapping and dying for the past 5 hours, I'm not even sure if this whole dance thing is even worth it. I mean, yes I look like I just walked out of a magazine but I'm going to be dancing and partying for the next 3 hours like, is it even worth it? Do I really need to remember this moment with a million bobby pins protruding from my head.? Do I really need to feel the itch of my spandex shorts all night? Of course if I voiced ANY of these doubts the girls would be on my like a rabid pack of dogs.
“SIERRA GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!” My mom’s voice pierces through the hall leading to my bedroom. I groan and drop my journal and wiggle out of my bean bag. I’m not allowed to sit in normal chairs because ‘it will ruin my hair because of my posture’ or some other nonsense.
“COMING MOM!!!!!” I screamed. I tromped down the stairs in only my leopard print spandex (I play volleyball, mind you. If I was a cheerleader I wouldn’t wear such GARISH ‘spankies’.) and a button down t-shirt. I had Googled what you should wear when getting your hair and stuff done for homecoming and they kept saying ‘comfy clothes that are easy to get out of’. Uh, hello, obviously these people have never been in truly comfortable clothes because if they had, they would know they are the hardest things to get out of in the mornings.
“Sierra-your friends are here!” Mom called in a sing-song voice. I was tempted to yell back, “Yea like I HAVEN’T seen them already this morning when we got our hair and nails done.” But that would just get my mom even MORE riled up and that’s something I don’t need right now.
“Thanks mom. C’mon guys I’ll show ya where you can stash your stuff.” I say motioning towards the stairs. Cole, Daisy, Avery, Lewis, Charlie and Joy all follow me upstairs and I show them our hastily assembled sleep-over room. I created a girl cave, putting bags of chips and soda on a card table and mountains of pillows and blankets were strategically plopped in front of the T.V. for our chick-flic marathon. Makeup remover and hair straighteners were at the ready on the floor for our ‘after dance unwind’ and a Chinese screen was propped up for those of us less comfortable with changing in front of others.
“Oh my GOD I’M SO EXCITED!!!” Joy squealed doing a little happy dance.
“I know! Everyone will be in the park taking pics and so we’ll get to see everyone all dressed up!” Daisy squeals as well, plopping down on one of the beanbag.
"I'm ready for it to be over." I moan, feigning dramatic exhaustion, "How long is it anyways?"
"I dunno. But however long it is, it's gonna be fuuuuuuuunnnn!" Avery drawls, making us all laugh.
“Ok ladies, here’s the agenda for tonight.” I say, putting on my ‘I-mean-business’ attitude “We have pictures in the park at 3 where we can snap away for about 45 minutes when the party bus will show up and take us to the river side restaurant I managed to book us at. Hold your applause, there’s more.” I say, consulting the list, “From the restaurant, the bus will take us to the dance where we will stay until midnight and then the bus will pick us up and take us back here, unless you arrange a ride.” I take a deep breath, “Now for the bad news-”
“What is it?” Joy says, “Did we not get enough money? Is someone not going to be able to come? Did your dress get stained?”
“Are you pregnant?” Cole asks
“No, kinda, no, no, and NO! Oh my gosh Cole I’m a virgin!” I say, appalled.
“Wait, whaddaya mean, kinda?” Avery asks skeptically
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Novela JuvenilSierra is a girl who had just gone through MAJOR heartbreak. Her EX-boyfriend hooked up with her EX-best friend then rubbed it in her face. So when then new guy becomes HER new guy and falls for her friend, she knows that this time, she sure as hell...
