Grey Skies

Dinner

Chapter 7

Sophie

"What will I wear? How will I do my makeup? I want to impress them, you know. Then they will want to come to our house."

"Uhhhhh!" I sigh, and flop down on my bed, covering my face with my hands.,

"Liz, I'm sure you'll find something to wear of mine."

"Fine."she says, and sits down on the vanity chair.

~

"Girls, are you ready; they'll be here any minute." She asks, peeking in my room.

"Yeah mum, almost. 10 more minutes?"

"Sure, but no more."

"Okay."

I look in the mirror and groan; my dress is hideous. It's navy blue, and has three quarter sleeves. And the skirt hits the top of my knee. But the worst part is the back. It goes to my neck. When I bought it online, the back was scooped in the picture, yeah right; mine is just flat. I have lost all faith in online shopping. I put on my black heels I've been saving for today, and Liz comes out of the bathroom, and her normally wavy hair straightened. I'm the opposite, my straight hair is curled, and put in to a ponytail.

"I like your dress Sophie."

"Thanks, I hate it though. But I like yours."

"Oh, thanks." She says, looking down at her white, lace dress.

"Let's go down to greet them." I mutter.

~

"Well I think that by this age, young ladies should know how to eat properly." Madelié says over desert.

"I couldn't agree more." Mum replies. I almost spit out my lemon tart; mum always says it shouldn't matter how you eat. Oh well, it's called peer pressure. I turn to talk to Sybil, but she turns away to talk to Liz. Liz turns to Arielle, their youngest daughter who's ten. She turns to her father. Well I guess it can go on this way, pathetically thinking your better than the person to your left. It's like little girls, mum and Madelié. Like when I went to middle school at a real school. Theirs the people who think their oh so important, when everybody else is just afraid of them. Not even afraid, just, annoyed maybe. And like my mum, their are some who play the game.

I am disrupted from my reverie by dad saying my name.

"Yeah dad."

"I've been calling your name for a while, the Smythes are leaving."

"Ok.. And?"

"Don't be rude, and say goodbye!"

"Ughhh."

~

"Well that was fun, wasn't it Sophie."

"Yeah, great." I force smile and look at Liz, giving me an idea.

"Can Liz stay tonight? Please?" Mum widens her eyes and looks at dad. He nods.

"Yes, Sophie." My dad replies. "I'll go call David." David is Liz's dad. Liz stood their the whole time, awkwardly looking between my, mum, and dad.

"Liz, do you want tea before you go to bed? We normally have tea after dinner."

"Yes, please. Sophie and I are going to go change."

"That would be good." She smiles.

We walk away in silence, but when we get to the oak banister of the stairs, I groan.

"My feet are killing me." I kick off my shoes and take the stairs two at a time, Liz following behind me.

"Sophie, have you ever had a more awkward experience in your life?"

"No. That was very uncomfortable." I reply. "Here." I say handing her a pair of yoga pants and a black longsleeve.

"Thanks."