Later that day, I found myself sitting in Cassidy's room. She had put hot rollers all over my head, and was waiting for them to cool down.
"Sam! You're not going anywhere with those awful combat boots!" Paige exclaimed. I gave her a look that said, 'I knew you were going to do this, but why?'
"I wasn't going to wear them, you know." I told her smartly. Truly, I wasn't. I actually was going to surprise Paige by asking her about this grey leather jacket. But she hadn't known that. So I decided not to bother.
"What about this floral top?" Cassidy said, as she pulled out a loose fitting tank. I could tell it was Paige's style, but they insisted on me wearing it. After the rollers were done curling my hair, Cassidy pulled them out. I wasn't used to the bounciness of the curls. But I guess it was a way to change up the style. I looked like a totally different person after the two were finished with me.
My usual cat-eye eyeliner was replaced with something simpler; that traced my eye instead of exaggerating it. And my eyeshadow was a fierce charcoal. The only way you'd be able to tell it was me was my hair. It somehow managed to maintain it fiery bold red. And the leave in conditioner made the fake red look brighter. My outfit. . . was totally not me! Except for the leather, I looked different. The top outlined my curves, and the tight skinny jeans made my legs look super thin. In a way, I maintained my edgy-rocker look. And I was ready for the night.
