Mandi
When I woke up on Friday morning I was freaking out. I was going on a date with Dillon Hansen! I looked at the clock and noticed that it was half past six in the morning. I decided that I was going to wake AnaBella up even if she didn’t want to be woken up at this hour. I my phone out and dialed her number.
“Hey,” AnaBella answered on the third ring in a chipper voice.
“Somebody’s obviously chipper this morning,” I laughed.
“Are you ready for me to come over,” she asked. She was obviously trying not to laugh so that I could understand what she was asking.
“Well, are you ready to come yet?”
“Sweetie,” she laughed, “I’ve been ready since half past five!”
“Okay then,” I laughed. “I’ll see you when you get here, bye.”
“See ya,” AnaBella laughed before disconnecting the phone line.
I took a shower and changed into gray yoga pants and a lime green v-neck shirt. There was no doubt that AnaBella wouldn’t want me wearing my dress until much later. A few minutes later I heard the doorbell ring and I got up to answer it.
“Hey,” AnaBella shrieked as soon as I got the door halfway open.
“Hi,” I said trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.
“Are you ready for me to work my magic,” she asked excitedly.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said sarcastically.
“Oh don’t sound so ecstatic,” she glared playfully.
“Okay, I’ll try to be more happy,” I sighed. “Just, please, don’t try to torture me so much.”
“And what exactly would make you think that I would torture you,” she asked innocently.
“Oh, please,” I said. “You know that I don’t like wearing makeup that much, but you love fixing me up extravagantly.”
“Mandi, how dare you say such a thing,” AnaBella gasped in mock horror.
“Come on, everybody knows that it’s only the truth,” I laughed.
“I know,” she grinned. “No matter what, though, I obviously always make you fantabulous since whenever you do let me do your hair and makeup everyone starts giving you compliments.”
“Okay, I admit that you do make me look great whenever you force me to let you get me all fancied up. The part that I hate the most is having to take off all of the makeup you put on me; that’s a pain in my butt.”
“I’ll help you later,” she promised me. She took my hand and dragged me to back to my room. That’s when I noticed the bag that she was carrying. If she wasn’t going to just use my stuff I knew that I was bound to be tortured from start to finish of her little project.
“Somebody help me,” I sighed dramatically. She looked back at me in confusion and once I pointed to the bag she held in her hands she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“You know that you have crappy hair and makeup products so I decided to bring my good ones,” she explained. “I promise not to make you look like a circus clown.”
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Accidents
Teen FictionFollowing an act of sheer violation, 15-year-old Mandi Williams is faced with having to make one of the biggest decisions of her life. To further complicate things, Dillon Hansen- AKA the school "hottie" and Mandi's elementary school crush- starts t...