The Girl with The Bad Handwriting

☾Chapter 29: Keep Your Paws To Yourself!

I can't even keep my eyes open at the moment and I can't read a word correctly without it getting wrong...

I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, I'm so sleep deprived!

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I told them not to do it and guess what?! They dun did it! I'm furious, stressed out, and I'm upset. Exactly. That's exactly what I'm feeling at this moment. Sienna, Cherry, and my whole family threw me a birthday flipping party. That's not the worst part though, the worst part is in tradition of every girl in my party we must wear a dress.

And no, it's not an option or a suggestion. It's a must.

"Mom," I groan out to her. "Can I just go one year without wearing a dress, heels, or makeup?" I whine. It's bad enough people are making a big deal out of my birthday, it's another thing getting me dressed up for something I don't want to attend/do.

"No, you will wear these and you won't complain and you won't changed out of it." She gives me a stern look and I instantly shut up. Sighing to myself, I turn around and look at myself in the mirror. I don't recognize the girl staring back at me and I don't like it. This isn't me at all.

The girl in front of me has perfectly curled hair, flawless skin, great makeup, and beautiful clothes and shoes, but it's not me at all. It sounds weird, but I don't like being perfect. I love being my weird, clumsy, and stupid self. Makeup was supposed to be used to enhance your features, not cover your beautiful face up.

I look down at the dress I'm wearing and see it's strapless. I can't explain the feeling in having right now...it's kinda like someone took away my most prized possession. Long sleeved shirts to me are like a safe haven, they protect me from the world and I feel safe in them...they don't make me noticeable and they don't make me get called names.

As a little girl, I would love to wear dresses and skirts to school that is until a couple girls my age started criticizing me about wearing that type of clothing. I no longer felt pretty or comfortable in outfits that showed my skin. I want to be hid away so no one is able to make fun of me...I look back in my mirror and see a tear going down my cheek.

"You're so beautiful, Lavender. I hope you see what I see." My mom comes behind me, putting her hands on top of my shoulders.

"That's just it, mom. I don't want to be beautiful or perfect...I want to be myself tonight." I sob, making more tears come out of my eyes. "I don't want to wear a stupid dress or stupid heels and stupid makeup. It's just so stupid!" I sigh, frustrated, grabbing a tissue and dab my face, making sure not to get my makeup smeared.

"Lavender, why didn't you just tell me that you didn't want to?" My mom looks at me with saddened eyes.

"I tried to tell you multiple times and you never listened to me. I just went along with it in the bed because I didn't want to make a fool out of your in front of all your friends." I mutter, looking down at the ground.

"What do you mean make a fool of me?! Lavender, no matter what you do you'll never make a fool of me. I'm proud of you." She grabs my hands, holding them. "You're such a funny, smart, beautiful, passionate, person and people rely on you because you're you." My mom sighs and sits on the edge of my bed, pulling me down with her.

"I just wanted you to have a good party, it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do growing up in my family. They always forced me to do stuff that I didn't want to do." She pauses, taking a deep breathe. "I don't want to do the same to you guys."

"It's ok, mom."

"Now, hurry up and change out of that stupid outfit and wear something that the Lavender would wear." She smiles at me and I nod my head up and down, vigorously.

"Sir, yes sir!"

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I sit awkwardly at the table while everyone around me sings me happy birthday. What am I supposed to do?! Sing along with them?! Clap my hands?! Give me a sign here people!

"Happy birthday to you!" I jump in with everyone, singing the last part with them.

"Make a wish, Lavender!" Sage comments.

"I know what to do!"

"No, you don't."

"I had a birthday before Sage, I'm pretty sure I do know what to do."

"Sure, that's why you were not doing anything for about an hour?" And with that comment is why my birthday cake got ruined...because I smashed Sage's face into my cake. Thankfully, my dad, knowing us, had another cake in the fridge and brought it outside.

"You look a little lonely up there!" I look down to the bottom of the tree and see Kyle standing there. I merely shrug at him, going back to eating my ice cream coated cake. I feel weight being shifted to the side of me and see that he climbed up the tree. Well then. "Did you enjoy your birthday party?" Kyle questions me.

"I don't know, it's pretty good. But Sienna and Cherry kept mentioning me and..." I trail off, remembering Kyle is the one sitting right besides me! You nutjob, Lavender! You almost blew your cover.

"You and?" He raises an eyebrow at me and I shake my head.

"Just me, my brains a little bit in sleep mode at the moment." I laugh a little, trying to break the ice between us or the awkwardness. "Where's Melissa." I cringe, not thinking before talking.

"She wanted to go out somewhere today, but I told her no because I need to go to someone's birthday party who is very special to me." Kyle bumps his shoulder with mine and I almost fall off the tree.

"Y-you didn't go on a date with Melissa because of me?!" My jaw hangs wide open as I stare at him.

"Duh, I'm here now aren't I." Kyle smirks at me. "Might want to close that pretty mouth of yours, wouldn't want to be catching flies now, do we?" Kyle puts his hand under my chin, pushing it up.

"Keep your paws to yourself, mister!" I mutter at him, ignoring the warm feeling of my cheeks heating up. Kyle laughs out loud at me while I slowly join in on laughing with him...at me.

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