Meeting Macey

With resilience comes Rebellion

I scurry to my brown leather bag draped across my bed. I sling it against my shoulder and take one last glance at Ian before slamming the door in his face as his voice leaks through the door. "Macey don't do this. Come back." I storm into the elevator and dial Candice.

"Candice." I say sternly as she picks up on the first ring. "What? Is something wrong? Something's wrong. Where do you want to meet?" She asks determined to distinguish what my problem is. "Lobby downstairs at the little French Cafe." I say before hanging up. I exit smoothly ignoring any photographers lined up outside behind the framed glass. I Give them the finger and mouth "Fuck you."

That's right I don't care.

I sit down impatiently at the cafe and examine the contacts in my phone.

Favourites:
•Ian
•Candice

Other Contacts:
•Bruno Mars
•Louis Tommo
•Liam Payno
•Harreh Styles
•Zayn Malikkk
•Niall Horan:)

I laugh recalling them stealing my phone and throwing a foam football at Louis. At least that wasn't Staged. I groan before Candice cheerily sits opposite me and orders for us before greeting me. "Two decaf lattes with skim milk and no sugar." "Macey what the hell is happening?" She asks Ina concerned, strained voice.

I reach for my Lester bag and withdraw the letter that tore a relationship, shredded it and burned it at the stake. Candice snatches it out of my grip and reads over the apparent scheme. "Oh my god Macey.." She says whispering before handing the letter back to me. "I don't give a fuck anymore." I complain groaning, slamming my head down on the table.

"Macey! Don't you dare swear like that!" She shortens my rebellions reigns and I shrug. "Didn't you want to do a makeover on me?" I ask remembering the words from her mouth. "Well yeah but-" "I want a makeover. But this time I want to be rebellious." She shrieks in excitement, surprised from my wishes.

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"Okay so we bought the outfits." She ticks her list off as I slouch at a nearby seat in the centre of an extremely large mall. "I can see. And feel it." I complain staring at my weightless arms- Weightless because I can't feel them.

"Ugh what's next?" I ask looking at her of which is glancing at her list of reminders. "We got the shoes, the clothes, now the hair, makeup, tattoos and piercings!" "Uh..Okaaaay.." I say shyly somewhat regretting the plan. "Alright hair first!" I gaze at my lengthy brunette locks and pout.
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"Ugh what have you done?" The hairdresser raises his voice at me. I feel overwhelmed and want to go home and cry in my bed. But Ian's there. "S..Sorry?" I ask nervously. "You disgust me this is bus airfoil and you ruin it." He sasses me giving my the clicking fingers. I shrug and Candice whispers something in his ear. "Okay sweetheart it's time."

After having been masked, cut, soaked and drenched in as many chemicals known to hairdressing I am finally revealed my new hair. "One. Two. Three." Candice exclaims as the mirror reveals a beautiful girl. A pixie cut to a mere bob that just brushes your shoulders, with pale mint highlights. My jaw drops. "Fuck." I say smirking. This was amazing. Candice claps as she drags me to the tattoo and piercing shop.

I stare gruesomely at the sign of the suburban shop. "Sticks and Stones that break my Bones." I shake my head at the sign and wonder in after Candice who's already talking to the man.

"So Macey you choose the tattoo you like in this book and the man will draw it half price if we take a photo with him." She says as I nod sitting up on the dentistry like chair. I browse and browse at the designs. "Okay so I want these two." I explain pointing at the first one that is a girl blowing a dandelion. "It's going to be small and will be on my top left back shoulder blade." I explain as she jots down the request.

"The next one I want is a quote: 'You won't know what's good for you until it's gone.' I think it's unique and individual." I say with Candice frowning. "Metaphorically speaking about Ian?" I nod and she shrugs writing it down. "I want that one to be on my right ankle." After spending a few minutes explaining to the inked up man about the tattoos, he smirks and rolls his chair telling me to sit up and roll my shirt down at the back.

I nod and watch the sharp instrument approach my skin slowly as I squeeze Candice's hand until she winces. "Stay still." He orders as I nod trying not to cry at the pain." He dabs it with antiseptant and bandages it up. "One down one to go." I say to myself, raising my ankle up on to the bench.

After multiple minutes of cussing accidentally and apologising several times she drags me to the wall of piercings. "What if we both get a nose piercing?" She offers. "Fine." I say as we both sit back in the seat. Another man sets up a gun and they both pierce our skin at the same time as we both let out a fearsome yelp.

We look at each other and smile.

"Meet the new Macey." She says in a carefree voice.








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