Prom Queen

Chapter 7 : THE Fashion Week

Chapter 7

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When I woke up because of the alarm I have set, I knew it was gonna be a long long day ahead. First, I had to go and work at the pet shop I volunteered at. Then I had to go home immediately, to prepare for that fashion week. To top it all of, Landon, Robert, Finn, Serena, Shawn, and Xander. I didn't mind that my older brother, Robert, and Finn were going. It bothered me a bit that Serena and Shawn were going too, because I'm not good at socializing. Xander going, however, is a different story.

''Laura? Honey? Are you awake?'' A voice asked. It was clearly my mom.

I sighed, rolling onto the side of the bed, so I could fall off and be more alert. It may seem or sound like an absurd idea, but it works. Every single time.

She opened the door and saw me lying on the carpet, face first. I groaned. A great way to start the day, isn't it?

''Honey, are you okay? Should I call the doctor? Are you sick? Oh no, how will you attend the-''

''Mom, I'm fine?'' I cut her off, not bothering to look at her. I wasn't even sure if I'm fine, I'm just physically tired. I stayed up all night watching a series last night. We both have this habit of rambling if we don't know what to do. It runs in the genes, I guess.

''Are you sure? You don't look fine to me. You can call in sick in the pet shop you're volunteering at, Laura. You look pale to me. I just-''

''Mom, I'm fine.'' I repeated this time with more confidence, still not looking at her.

She nodded, still a bit unconvinced. ''Just come downstairs if you're ready, honey. Breakfast is ready.''

''Mkay. I'll be down in a few.''

''Okay, and why are you not looking at me, honey? I've seen your morning hair for seventeen years now, no need to be shy about it.''

I blushed a deep red. ''Mom, I don't want you smelling my breath. Morning breath, remember? Why are you up so early, anyway?''

''Too excited for the fashion show. Couldn't sleep.'' She shrugged. Typical Mom. If she's excited, she pretty much can't sleep.

I stood up, stretching. My mom finally took that as her cue and left my room. Thank God.

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''One minute!'' I yelled, while chewing my M&M and drying my wet hair with the electric fan at the same time. I'm not really a blowdryer person. Well, I'm not really a makeup person either.

''Make it faster, Laura! I need you to approve of my outfit or not!'' The other voice yelled while still knocking profusely at my door and I knew who exactly it was.

''Geez, Mom! You don't have to worry about your outfit, I'm sure it's fashionable! You are a fashion designer after all.''

''I know! I just want to look good, you know? I don't want to show unnecessary skin so I need your opinion.''

I opened the door and there in the other side of the door was my mom wearing her very own design. It was a beige off shoulder knee length dress with ruffles at each side, and you'd know that it was her design because there was a belt and in the middle of the belt the words LR were engraved in diamonds. LR for Laurel Roberts, her name. Now, the dress wasn't so bad, what was bad was my mom's makeup. Seriously, she looked like a clown! Who did her makeup? Naw, how am I supposed to tell her that she looks like a clown without bringing her self-esteem down? I teared my gaze away from her and looked at the clock in my nightstand. It read 1:25PM. Okay, I had a few minutes before my friends started arriving and I certainly don't want my mom facing them while looking like a clown.