(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 9

I push Jen into my closet, and ask her if she wants any of the clothes in a pile on the floor. My closet was too full and I got rid of stuff that was to small, or I didn't need. So I invited Jen to go through it.

"Wow, you have a lot of clothes," Jen says, admiring my sweaters. My closet isn't just big, its huge. Its like a room inside a room. I also have my own bathroom. I told my parents I didn't need all the space, but they insisted.

A portion of my closet is full of very expensive party dresses and shoes. My parents insist on me going to red carpet events with my brother. They make me do the hair, makeup, custom dress, everything. I even have a $5,000 Chanel dress. P.S. It has matching shoes that were $1,000.

. I decide to shower, while Jen browses through my closet. Honestly I feel nasty, and disgusting. I smell like disinfectant and look even worse. My hair is in knots and is really tangled.

"Jen, I am going to take a quick shower. Stay here and watch out for Brandon," I order, she nods in agreement and I head into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, I am standing in the shower in nothing but a towel trying to dry my cast off. It is water proof, but still feels wet and weird. I dry off as much water as possible and walk into my room.

My room is maroon and white. My bed is a maroon with white accents with a white headboard and footboard. My closet door and bathroom door is covered with chalk board paint, so I can write on there. My walls are all maroon with one wall that is black and white chevron. Also, the trim on the top and bottom is white. My dresser is black along with my desk. I have a chair in the corner of the room by a lamp that is white.  

Jen is on the phone in my closet and she steps outside my door to take it. I hurry over to my closet and flip on the light. I am shocked at how messy it is in here. It looks as if a tornado has thrown clothes all over my closet. I step around all the clothes to get to my clothes hanging up. I flip through a few shirts before deciding on a loose white tank top with blue skinny jeans. I choose a pair of gray supras and put on a gray scarf and a cute bracelet to go with it.

I go back to my bathroom and start drying my hair. It takes forever since my hair is so long, down to almost my waist. I leave my hair natural and put some anti-frizzy stuff in so my hair doesn't go all afro on me.

I sit down and decide to go on my phone while I wait for Jen to get back. My Instagram notifications are blowing up so I decide to follow some people and post a pic of my outfit with the caption: 'Outfit of the day, comment your favorite part!'

After following a few fans, I hear the door open and look up and see Jen with big eyes and a smile so big, I can swear it was about to jump off her face.

"What is it?" I ask, getting excited.

"That was just one of the top fashion magazines in the business."

"And..."

"They want me to model some spring dresses for them!" She squeals, jumping up and down.

"Really?! That's so fantastic!"

"That's not the best part," She teases me.

"Then what is?" I say, raising one eyebrow.

"They want you to do it with me. And they want to fly us to California to do it!" We both start jumping up and down and I stop for a minute because that hurts my arm.

"You okay?" Jen tilts her head.

"Yeah, just that the arm is catching up with me," I chuckle, heading for the door to get my overnight bag that the painkillers are in.

I pop one of the pills in my mouth and take a gulp of water to rinse it down. Once I swallow, I go over to Brandon, who is still napping on the couch where we left him. I tickle his nose with my finger and he swats at it.

"Rise and shine!" I say, jumping on top of him.

"Ow! That hurts! Hey, get offfffff!" He says rubbing his eyes. The black ink smudges onto his hand and he sees it and immediately sits up.

"What did you do to my face?" he questions, giving me a glare.

"Go look for yourself!" I say, rolling off of him.

When he goes to the mirror to look, I motion to Jen to sneak to the deck door. There, I carefully slide it open and we sneak out. After we close the door, we see Brandon turn around and yell.

"RUN!" I yell pushing her towards the steps. He sees our movement and starts bounding towards the door.

"Your gonna pay!" Brandon yells, bounding down the stairs after us.

We just keep running, I run around the pool and Jen runs towards the patio furnature, hiding behind it. Brandon follows me around the pool, being very careful with my movement.

"Okay fine, I forgive you," Brandon says, walking towards me and relaxing a bit.

"Really?" I question. He holds out a hand and I stick my hand out to shake it.

Before I know it, he grabs my hand and pushes me into the pool. I scream and Brandon sticks his hand out to help me up, but then Jen pushes him in and he comes tumbling in too. She jumps in with us and I splash water at my brother.