What Do You See?

9

"Kitty! We literally have four hours left before the dance. I think you are over eggagerating."

"I am not! And your surprise date will be waiting outside the hall thingy about ten minutes before the dance begins. So we need to get ready right now."

I looked at the curling tongs which she was swinging wildly as she spoke. Decidedly, I was not letting her get too close to my skull with it. How was she even allowed to have that in here? Wasn't that counted as a weapon? I pushed those thoughts out of my head when I felt her yank a select portion of my hair.

"Do not curl my hair!"

"Loose waves?" She asked innocently.

I mulled over it for.a few seconds before nodding. Expertly she repeated the process of wrappingy hair around the wand, counting for about five seconds and releasing it. I thought that would be the end of my hair, however, she insisted on combing lightly through it in order to keep it natural.

Kitty eventually turned to her drawer, pulling out a large flower comb in a shade of yellow that didn't match my dress, but I knew it would enhance it. Carefully, she pulled back a part of my hair and held it in the comb.

"Beautiful, senorita!" I giggled unconventionally, but felt rather excited for the night ahead.

"Oh,that's not all. I still have to do your make up." Kitty was so in her element. I nodded unable to say much due to me trying to keep my hair straight.

She pulled out liquid gell Li.er and in a single fluid motion, my left eye was adorned with a retro cat eye. Soon she did my right. In my lips, she applied a neutral nude gloss just to keep that natural summer vibe.

Once I was done, I felt out of place once more. I had little experience with doing make up, and even less with doing hair. But Kitty didn't leave me left out.

"I decided that I will wear this dress, you know, so we don't look anything alike." She held out a black skin-tight dress with neon purple designs on it.

Where I was all soft frills, Kitty was hard edges and badass chic. She pulled out purple platform heels and modelled for me.

"Come on, let's take some pictures!"

After taking numerous shots in a variety of poses, I realised that we only had an hour left. That meant that I only had fifty minutes before I met my 'surprise' date. If I said I was nervous, I would be lying. I was terrified!

There was always the thought to call my dad, but I know he will just tell me to be independant. And I definitely will not call Clayton to save me, because... I still don't trust him.

"Kitty, I don't think I'm comfortable going on a... Blind date."

"Blind date? Puh-lease, sure he may be partially blind, and absolutely annoying, but after a while, he's not that bad... Kind of."

Partially blind? Annoying? That places at about two-thirds of the institute's population. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well then, since you already guessed who it was, there's no point waiting."

Before I could protest, she whisked me off to the pre-teens centre, where the kids were...kids.

"My date is a kid?"

"No, he's just always around here."

"What if he left."

"He never leaves."

The strangeness of the situation was irking me. If he wasn't a kid, and he was always here that meant that he was... a doctor? Why would I go out with a possible replica of my dad? What if he was really old?

"Now I have to be honest, it was Grenda who gave me the idea. I know I don't really talk about her,but that's only because you'll think I'm insane too. But where else would I get such a brilliant idea."

"I can't answer that if I don't know."

"Well, we have half an hour before the dance. All you have to do is walk in a straight line, about thirty steps."

Taking a deep breath, I started down the grassy pathway, lined with weeds and little stones that led to the outdoor play area for the pre-teens. My toes were curling an anticipation inside my shoes, but I walked on anyways.

And there with two kids and a little baby, sat the person I least expected...

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Heya!

So, I am either failing this year or doing really badly. My mum is really dissapointed, but so am I.

I was thinking, I want to write two more stories after this. Should I tell you about them?

I will anyways.

Foreign Exchange
Both Mason and Mckenzie are the children of the wealthy couple Mr and Mrs Ackerman. According to the great laws of being twins to the rich, rule one is to be perfect.

But when they all discover that Mason is gay and that Mckenzie is getting tougher to control, they decide to punish them with a public school.

But the Ackerman twins are determined to blow up their parents punishments back in their faces, and all you need is a bit of rebellion...

Jokes On You
"Ready puddin'?"
Doctor Harleen Quinzel picked him. Apart from dealing with the same insane people, he had charisma, a smile and was infamous... And that smile.

We all know about them, the infamous couple, but this is what really happens when you're mad for someone...

(I'll probably make a new cover too)

But alas, I wait for unlimited Internet and unlimited free time...

Bye!