Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Eleven; Make wise desisons

I didn't really care if I looked nice or not, I would only see people that I've never seen before. It wasn't like there was anyone to impress, and besides - I could almost guarantee that Noah wasn't attending this party. He was way to mature and sexy for high schoolers anyway.

I guess that's partly why I agreed to go. What Dusty said was right, and I knew it too. I've known it since Noah and I were sitting at that picnic table talking about our random lives and our random facts.

I didn't change at all, I just stayed in my normal clothes with a small change of shoes. Personally, I didn't like the low dip most shirts did by your breasts, I preferred to remain in the typical high cut T-shirts.  I brushed out my hair like I always did and just let it hang by my sides like normal, for some reason I've always been obsessed with my long hair since it took me years to grow it out.

I could hear Dusty's footsteps as she clumped up the stairs in a deliberate manner. I could hear her softly humming as she plugged in a iron of some sort, and then she called out my name.

            "Karman!!" She called wildly. I rolled my eyes and got up from my comfy bed, even if it technically wasn't mine.

"What??" I called while opening the door to her room. She sighed and held up two different outfits.

"Which one?" She asked frantically. The first one she held up was a black skin tight dress with a very low v-neck.  It didn't even look finger-tip length to my much dissatisfaction. On the other hand - The next one wasn't any better. It was a red bra-like top that resembled a bikini. She also had matching booty shorts that would defiantly make the boys go cray-cray.

              "The black dress for sure" I said, only because it had the most coverage. But apparently my opinion didn't matter in this situation.

            "Okay thanks, but I think I'll wear the other one instead" Dusty said with much happiness in her tone. She started straightening her hair and I took that as a cue to leave, I defiantly wasn't ready for tonight. But my Dad always told me that anything was possible, and my situation was considered easy to other peoples in this corrupt world as ours.

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At exactly 6 pm sharp Dusty retrieved me from my deep slumber also known as my nap. She was obviously pumped for the wild night ahead of us. Her makeup was overly done with heavily amounts of foundation plastered all over her face, and her eyeliner was thicker than earths circumference. Her hair was straighter than a needle and her eyebrows looked like large carrots.

I wasn't trying to be super judge mental, but these are things you automatically see when you look at a person - Especially when you grow up in a girls world.

"That's what you're wearing?" She questioned displeasingly. I nodded.

      "Yeah" I said simply. She didn't ask anything more, which I was very thankful for. Somehow; I'm not sure how, we slipped out of the house without my Grandma noticing. Dusty was wearing her said outfit, which made me recall the conversation I recently had with her about how she wanted to change.

   Her efforts were not apparent.

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After traveling in the car for less than 10 minutes we pulled into a very long driveway made of gravel. Even with my window rolled up I could hear the constant screaming and the music from a boom box radiating from the house. It's kind of hurt my ears.