The Project

Chapter 19

                                             "The Carnival"

          When I woke up the next morning I looked at my phone and saw that it was already seven. I jumped out of the bed and ran to the shower. It was going to take me a few more minutes to get ready today because I promised Amber I would dress really nice today. After I finished my shower I wrapped a towel around me and started blow drying my hair. When I was finished I walked over to my closet and looked in.

            After looking for a minute I chose a black skirt that came several inches above my knee but wasn’t short enough to be considered a mini, a light yellow shirt, and a flowy, light gray vest. I walked back into my bathroom and started fixing my hair. I pulled back a section of hair on either side of my face and bound them at the back of my head with a barrette. That left my face open with nothing covering it. I put in my gold hoops and sighed. I needed to get started on my make-up.

            I put on a light layer of my power and looked into my eye shadow container. I settled on a light pink color and put it on the best that I knew how. I put on the eye liner and mascara the way Amber had shown me and put on some peach lip gloss. When I was done I looked in the mirror to see myself. I looked really good. I was actually pretty, to my great surprise. I walked back into my bedroom and sprayed on some perfume that my dad had gotten me for my last birthday. When I was done with that I heard a knock on the door and slid on my black ballet flats. After grabbing my purse and my phone I walked down the stairs. I took a few deep breaths before opening the door.

            He looked so good. He had on a light grey t-shirt that was tight to his chest and faded blue-jeans. He had on his usual boots thought. His hair was still wet which made me think he had just gotten out of the shower before he came here. My eyes finally landed on his face and I saw him looking at me like I had grown two heads.

            “What’s wrong,” I asked him nervously.

            “Nothing,” he said even though he was still looking at me strangely.

            “Are you sure,” I asked.

            “Yeah. You just look….different.”

            “Oh. Well, we should go,” I said in a disappointed voice.

            “Yeah,” he mumbled as he led the way to his truck.

            We got in silently and for the first ten minutes we stayed quiet. I noticed that he started fidgeting a lot though. Every now and then I would catch him glancing at me.

            “Why are you dressed like that,” he asked me.

            “Amber told me to dress nice,” I said back.

            “You usually dress nice.”

            “She meant for me to dress….pretty,” I said after a moment.

            “You always dress pretty,” he mumbled.

            “Thank you,” I said as my face flamed.

            “You’re welcome. I guess you’ll be getting a lot of kisses today,” he said with a strange voice.

            “I hope not,” I said honestly.