Dangers of Daydreaming

Chapter 9

AHHH IT'S ALMOST DONE OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT I'M SO GLAD THIS IS ALMOST OVER WOOOH. ANYWAY I'M SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER SUCKS SO MUCH OKAY YOU CAN GO AND COMMENT ABOUT HOW BAD MY WRITING IS AND I'LL BE OKAY WITH IT BECAUSE IT'S TRUE HAHAHAH

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You can never escape from your problems. You can definitely stall, but not for long, because it’s only going to be a matter of time ‘till you face it all.

            Preparing for prom has never been my problems, simply because I didn’t mind about organizing myself that much. I just had to fix my hair and my face, put my dress on and some heels, put my essential stuff in a clutch, and then go.

            But it seems like Katherine has different plans, and a really dissimilar definition of preparing. It’s like grooming in a whole new level. It was still seven in the morning when she stormed in my room; I don’t even know how she managed to get in, demanding for me to get my ass off my bed.

            I actually had said, “What the fuck, Orrington?” And I don’t usually call anyone by their last names, but I had to do it with Katherine just to annoy her. Lately, I’ve noticed, I’ve called my best friends in names that annoys them the most. First it’s Xander, then Tom, and now it’s Katherine.

            But, anyway, after finally succeeding in dragging me out of my warm, cozy bed, she pushed me in her car, feeding me with coffee and croissants, while she drove off to somewhere not that far. It turns out that ‘somewhere’ is actually a hotel.

            And now, here I am, sitting in front of a table with a large mirror. On the table are various cosmetics that I never knew existed. The door in our hotel room suddenly opens, and in walks a group of about six people. Judging from their looks, they sure do seem like make-up artists and stylists.

            It turns out, I’m correct.

            “Oh, Roberta!” Katherine stands up from her own table and turns to the newcomers. This already feels so awkward that I can’t bear it. “You’re just in time! So I brought my best friend here, Charlotte,” she points to me. “And, well, show us your magic!”

            Within seconds, three people approaches me and starts grabbing the things on the table. The other three people also do the same with Katherine. “Hello, dear,” A female greets me with a sweet voice. “I’m Janet, he’s Grayson, and she’s Ronnie.” She points to the two other people trying to figure out which concealer and foundation is best for me.

            They each give me a quick smile and go back to their work. Before they started “doing their magic,” Katherine demanded I go to the hotel’s spa with her. What the hell is she thinking? A spa in the morning? Is that normal? Don’t spas usually open from ten in the morning ‘til evening or something?

            But I had no choice because Katherine, man. If only you knew how hell-bent she is to convince a person. There’s really nothing this girl can’t do.

            After that, we go back to our hotel room with muscles that feel warm and fuzzy, it’s almost as if they’re melting like honey. Our stylists start working on us again. For hours, they’re so quiet and determined while working that I don’t think anyone can be more professional than them, and so I hope I don’t mess this up. I wouldn’t want their hard work to be a waste.

            By ten thirty, my hair is already styled perfectly. My long, straight hair now looks curled and ironed, and it just looks like I’ve spent a hundred bucks for it. After that, they start working on my make-up. But it takes a lot more time than necessary because they had to make sure that my make-up matches my dress.