Manicures and Blue Jeans

Chapter 7

KYLE ROSE

Alyssa's house was HUGE. It had to be at least four stories and two acres. Fiona pulled up around the half circle driveway and Alyssa got out of the car. Chloe and Maia got up as well. I just sat there, wondering what to do.
"Uh, Kyle? Get out of the car!" Alyssa said irritably. I hopped out faster than Alyssa could death glare at someone, which, to say, was fast. Alyssa started for the door and Chloe and Maia followed her. I raced after them, but not before nodding at Fiona to say thanks for the ride. Fiona half smiled back and pulled out if the driveway. I followed to trio up the beautiful stairs into Alyssa's bedroom. It was more of a suite than a bedroom though, with a loveseat and a TV four times the size of my dad's and mine. She had a walk-in closet the size of my bedroom and a bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi, 4 giant mirrors, and an elaborate shower. I looked around in awe as Alyssa collapsed on her bed and Maia and Chloe sat on the loveseat. After a long period of silence, Alyssa said,
"You have my eyes. Why?"
"What do you mean 'why?'?" I retorted.
"Are they contacts?" She said suspiciously. Chloe and Maia watched this as if it was a tennis match, back and forth, back and forth.
"No!" I cried. Alyssa's eyes narrowed at this. She stood up and loomed threateningly over me, her heels giving her an extra 4 inches.
"Are you lying to me, Rose?" Alyssa growled dangerously, her eyes alight with red hot fire.
"No," I said, my voice wavering. Eventually, Alyssa backed off a little bit and said,
"We need to do something about... this," gesturing to me. "Maia, get my makeup and Chloe get the curling iron ready. Kyle, come with me."

. . .

ALYSSA KRITHNER

Fiona pulled up to my mansion and I got out of the car. Maia and Chloe did too, but Kyle stayed in the car.
"Uh, Kyle? Get out of the car!" I snapped at her. I had had a long day and I was tired. Kyle got out and followed the girls and I into my room. Once we got there, I collapsed onto my bed. Finally I said to Kyle,
"You have my eyes. Why?"
"What do you mean 'why?'?" She snapped back.
"Umm, hello!?" I thought, "You can NOT talk to me like that!!"
Eventually I asked if they were contacts.
"No!" Kyle cried. I narrowed my eyes and stood up. We would have been around the same height but I had on my heels.
"Are you lying to me, Rose?" I growled.
"No," Kyle answered meekly. She seemed like she was being honest. I backed off a bit. Looking at her flat caramel hair, face in desperate need of makeup and ugly clothes I said,
"We need to do something about... this. Maia, get my makeup and Chloe get the curling iron ready. Kyle, come with me."