Broken

Chapter One

A melodious ding! comes from our front door. Getting up from my usual position, slouching in my living room couch with the warm feeling of an overheating laptop on my legs and the bold glow of the television in the background, I reach towards the remote and turn it off. Awkwardly putting on my fluffy slippers in a quick shuffle, I race to the door in a rush, before my nosey little brother dares to.

Looking through the peep-hole, I quickly identify the girl outside. "It's Bea, mom!" I announce loudly for her to hear, earning an "Alright honey!" as a response, the door opens with a loud swing. There stands my best friend, Bea. Her jaw drops to the ground as she takes in my shabby appearance. "I thought you would be ready by now," she says, walking in. I chuckle lightly. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I just found out we're actually going." I utter. "Yeah!  Colton and I made up! So we're going. Isn't that great?" She squeals.

I, personally, hate her boyfriend. They always fight about the stupidest things, he always ends up hurting Bea, but she's too lovesick to tell. Plus, what type of friend would I be if I didn't support her? When they started dating I really thought they wouldn't last. Now they've been dating on-and-off for over a year. "Okay then, let's hurry this up and get going!" She announced bluntly, taking my hand and dragging me to my bedroom.

I take a quick glance in the mirror for a second, looking like a mess next to Bea. She wears elegant navy blue heels, a black crop top and a tight patterned green skirt, showing off her long toned tan legs. Her chocolate brown hair is done in voluminous beach waves. Her makeup doesn't ever disappoint either. She's wearing a ravishing smokey-eye look with a killer winged eyeliner, making her light green eyes stand out, and a striking red lipstick.

..and then there's me, Maggie Aldridge. As I take off my very impractical, heavy, big-framed Ray Bans, and change out of my oversized brown knit jumper and grey sweatpants, she chooses an outfit for me. I squeeze into a black top with a lace-up cleavage, borrowed from, you guessed it, the one and only Beatrice del Pino. She helps me into ripped white skinny jeans and platform shoes, finishing off the look with a dark green bomber jacket.

She then straightens my dirty blonde cobweb-looking hair near to perfection, making it reach my elbows instead of it's regular little-over chest length. It is usually wavy but it had gotten very tangled for some reason. For the makeup, I decide to go for something a little more natural than Bea's look, layering on some foundation and concealer to hide my defined eye bags from way too much binge-watching movies, a matte beige lipstick and for eyeshadow I begin blending darker peach and pink shades in the outer lid and going lighter towards the tear-duct. Bea taught me that it would completement my eyes. She's always going on about how much she loves them, as if hers weren't the definition of perfection. My eyes are green, I guess. Shit-brown would probably be a better way to describe them.

"Let's go! Colton's waiting for us there!" She yells. I take a couple seconds to fill a purse with my phone, a charger, my wallet and some other essentials for the night. "COME ON!" I hear Bea calling from downstairs. I rush down to the kitchen, quickly passing by my mother's room to say goodbye, and run out the door into Bea's car.