I woke up to the sound of girly screams and laughter. It was probably just the girls so I ignored it. I walked to the bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth. My hair looked like a birds nest but i wasn't really bothered, doesn't everyone's hair look like that when they wake up? The sweet smell filled the corridor and staircase. Whatever it was, it smelt delicious. I walked into the kitchen to see Rumejsa and Halimah making blueberry pancakes.
"Ooh something smells nice" I smirked.
"Yeah, it's my amazing cooking.. baking.. what ever you call it skills" Halimah flicked her hair which made us all laugh.
She grabbed 3 plates, forks and knifes and set up the table. Rumejsa grabbed the cups and I took out the drinks from the refrigerator. I sat down on the chair, getting my phone out of my pocket. I texted mum and sent her pictures of the pancakes and the table. We usually send each other pictures of what we're doing, mostly because we don't spend as much time together as we're really busy but we always find a way to let each other know what is going on in our daily lives.
Halimah slapped the pancakes on our plates. She made a face on it with fruits, it was really cute. She used bananas with blueberries on them as the eyes, strawberries as the mouth and blueberries around the pancake as hair. I obviously had to take tumblr pictures of our breakfast for instagram. After we ate, I helped with cleaning the house. All of my energy was drained.
{2 hours later}
My phone started beeping like crazy. I unlocked the screen to see 12 messages from the makeup artist. She had been waiting outside for 30 minutes and didn't know which house I was in. I ran outside looking for a white Range Rover Evoque. Her car wasn't parked anywhere on this street. I rang her, giving her the directions to Elmere street. She told me that it would take up to half an hour for her to get her, depending on the traffic. I started to get a little worried because this meant we would be late for the first day at the Arab Fashion Week. Great! Why am I always late for everything?
"You're kind of a makeup artist yourself. Why don't you just do your own makeup?" Asked Rumejsa.
"I never do my own makeup on special events" I laughed. She just nodded, giving me a weird look at the same time.
"I forgot to tell you, I've got a plus one this whole week so do you wanna come with?" I looked at her with puppy eyes in hope that she'd say yes.
"Are you crazy?! I have to look after Duha. I don't even have a dress either so no sorry." She bent down to make a high pony. You could see her bangs properly now. They actually looked really good.
"Please. Please. I've got a whole suitcase full of dresses and Halimah can look after Duha, she's old enough. Besides what's the worst that can happen. Just ring your mum and let her know." I continued to beg her, even though I already knew she would end up coming with me.
"They won't fit me" she rolled her eyes.
"We're sort of the same size, it'll be fine. Now ring your mum and tell her your coming whilst I do your makeup. Wait, go upstairs and pick a dress first and HURRY UP."
I got out my phone to text the makeup artist and find out where she was.Rumejsa came running down the stairs into the living room really fast, that she almost slipped. "This one!" She yelled. I couldn't help but laugh at how funny it was. She could barely even catch her breath. I grabbed the dress, still laughing, and placed it on the sofa. She took out her phone and rang her mum. Quickly, I went upstairs got my makeup box and brushes and ran back down. Her mum was fine with her coming along so I did her makeup to match her outfit. I had nearly finished when the door bell went off.
"Hi I'm Dania. I came to do your makeup." She smiled at me. She looked really young and her voice was a little squeaky. I think Dania was the same height as me, if not a little shorter. I welcomed her in and told her that I was just going to finish Rumejsa's makeup whilst she sets up. She smiled a lot which made her seem really warm and bubbly.
I had finally finished Rumejsa's makeup so it was my turn. She took the dress and went out of the room to get changed. Whilst she was in the other room, Dania asked me dozens of questions about the Arab Fasion Week and my YouTube channel. It was kinda creepy. She told me about her YouTube account which she deleted because she couldn't get many subscribers and that was when she started doing makeup on other people. Her stories were actually interesting.
"How do I look?" Rumejsa asked, strolling into the room. Both of our jaws dropped. She looked amazing. Rumejsa barely wares dresses so it was something completely different to usual.
"Oh my goodness! Rumzy you look stunning." I grabbed my phone out and went straight on camera. "Do a spin for the camera" I laughed.
She span and her dress flew around the room like an umbrella. Her face became really red due to embarrassment.Dania continued doing my makeup which only took 10 more minutes. Once she had finished I went upstairs to put on my dress. It was a little tight so I had squeeze myself into it. I really liked the design, it was really plain and simple but it still looked good. I ran downstairs to show the others. I hate compliments cause it just makes the moment awkward for me so I got Dania to take a picture of me and Rumejsa outside. Soon after we left the house and headed to the venue.
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My Life Online
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