Hit the Stage

Chapter 2

 Chapter 2 

Selena (P.O.V)

I was awakened by the deafening sound of Jocelyn's hairdryer. My beautiful slumber was no more, and I was on the verge of killing someone. Literally, if I were to actually kill someone right now it would most likely be Jocelyn. "Jocelyn!!! Shut that thing off! Your ruining my beauty sleep." Jocelyn walked out of the bathroom with a portable blow dryer in hand and an evil grin on her face. "Gladly, but I believe someone is being hot headed this morning and needs a little cooling off." Jocelyn switched the settings on the hairdryer to cool and turned it on. She slowly walked towards me as I finally processed what was happening. "Oh no! You better not!" I tryed to get out of my bed, but I was too slow. I felt a heavy force fall on top of me. Jocelyn was sitting right on my stomach and I had no way of moving from underneath her. She is  as heavy as an elephant. "Quick! Ten vegetables go!" Jocelyn exclaimed as she placed the full force of her hairdryer on me. 

When we were little, Jocelyn and I would always put each other in torturous positions we couldn't get out of. The only way out was to name five fruits or something. It was something our parents would do to us if we didn't listen and follow instructions. I guess her and I just caught on to it.

"Um.. Carrot, lettuce, broccoli, tomato..." "Nope! Tomato doesn't count we haven't figured out its category yet remember." Jocelyn interrupted. Gah! She and I always fought about that. I said its a veggie. She said its a fruit, so we just left it in an unamed category. We were too afraid to look it up in the fear of being wrong.  I felt a stronger cold force of wind blow in my face. It seemed that she kept turning the settings up."Cauliflower, spinach, onion!" You could barely hear me say as the wind got stronger and stronger every time I spoke. It kept wearing me out on top of the fact that I was already tired in the first place."Asparagus, Artichoke, Mushroom, peas!" I said with a final breath.

She turned the hair dryer off and got off of me. "Someone looks like a mess now." She made her way to a closet and grabbed some clothes. "Here." She said as she tossed me the clothes. "My mom doesn't want you looking like a slob. Don't bother giving them back." She shoved me towards the bathroom. "Now clean yourself up you look like a train wreck. Towels are in the closet." With that she shut the door. "Yes Sir!" I exclaimed sarcastically. I grabbed a towel from the closet, then checked out the clothes she handed me. There was a pair of dark skinny jeans with a couple holes in the knee and thigh, and also a plain white tee. Well at least she has some style.

My mind went blank as the warm water washed down my body like a waterfall. I felt the slip of a tear fall from my eyes. I was silently thankful that I was in the shower so no one could see me crying. After I finished washing my hair, I got out of the shower slowly careful not to slip. I could be a clutz sometimes. After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror contemplating what to do with my hair and makeup. I was told to look presentable, so I was going to look presentable. I put my jet black hair into a ponytail and put on some makeup. 

Afterwords, I stared in the mirror looking at the face I barely recognized anymore. My makeup did not cover my red puffy eyes I received from lack of sleep last night. I pretended to snore the night before just to anger Jocelyn, but I really only slept about 3 hours. As I examined myself more in the mirror I realized how much I looked like Victor. Our black hair, dark brown eyes, and body structure were all the same. Everytime I looked at myself I wanted to cry, but I prevented myself from doing so. I need to do something about this. I ran my fingers through my hair. I think I know what needs to happen.

I walked out of the bathroom to discover Jocelyn standing right there. "You look like hell." She pushed me back into the bathroom. She grabbed a box from under the counter which opened up as a make up kit. She then got to work. When she was finished I no longer had red poofy eyes, and my face still looked natural.  "Um...thanks I guess." "Don't thank me. I just didn't want you looking like some beggar that could only land a job at a homeless shelter serving soup. Besides first impressions are always important even if it is at some rich kid mall. Anyways lets go." She chucked a pair of shoes at my face.