emo girl

Just do whatever.

I hear a knock on my door so I go and answer, my mum came in and told me "there is new neighbours and they are having a welcome party and invited everyone in the street, fancy coming"
I replied" fine"
"Great"
My mum leaves my room and I begin to get ready. I brush my hair and as I push it out of my face, I stare at myself for a while and think 'why do I cover my face all the time'
I mean I don't look that bad.
I decide to do something different and I pull it into a high pony ,I look so... Different.i look at myself again in the mirror and I start looking, the harder I look the more flaws I find , pimples, bags under my eyes , my eyebrows have nothing to them, I can't do anything about it because I don't even know how to do makeup...
"Evangeline?" Eugh really?! I hate it when she calls me that "mum! It's Eva"
I hiss back at her "fine then Eva, how long will you be?" I look at myself again, then look at her...
My mum is a very beautiful woman.she has flawless skin full of radiance, she has a deep olive tone that makes me wonder if I'm even her child, or if she just never let me see daylight in my younger years! She is wearing a tight emerald green dress with small white heels and a black cardigan,she looks so, sophisticated and stunning that it makes me jealous of her, MY OWN MOTHER.
"Erm....I'm not sure.." I hesitate "mum..could you possibly do my makeup?" She stares at me in shock and disbelief "SURE!" she says in excitement.

As we go up to the top of my house into my mothers room, we are welcomed by the very feminine, empowering scent of her perfume.She drags me over to her vanity and starts combing through my hair with her fingers as she asks how I want my makeup and all I simply say is "just do whatever".