School went by in a blur and soon enough I was being dragged to Mackenzie's car.
"Hold on hold on, I gotta take my car back so follow me to my house." I say getting my arm out of her iron grip
"Oh okay cool." She says hopping into her 2009 Mercedes.
I walk over to my car and start the ignition, I know this car isn't glamorous but it's all I have and I'm proud of it. I reverse out of my spot and start driving home with Mackenzie on my tail
I don't know what my parents will say about me leaving but I just hope they aren't too mad. When we get there I hop out of my car and she does the same "no wait out here I won't be long."
"Okay just know you're wearing something of mine and I'm doing your makeup soooo."
" Okay that's fine I guess."
She gets in her car and I take a deep breath and walk inside. It smells of alcohol, weed, and something else that I can't put my finger too.
"Mom, I'm leaving for the night." I declare walking in
"What the fuck do you mean you're leaving?"
"I'm going to my friends house."
"Slut!" My father comes behind me grabbing my hair and dragging me to the ground. He starts punching and kicking me, I try my best protecting myself. Once he was done he sits down and starts smoking. I get up and walk out after fixing myself in the mirror.
"Hey that took awhile." Mac says staring at me concerned
"Let's just say I have strict parents."
"Oh my parents were never really strict on me, they are usually gone on business trips."
"I'm sorry." I'm not really good at sympathizing others so when I saw the flash of sadness in her that's about all I could muster up.
"Oh no don't be I've been okay, I've kinda learned to deal with all of it." She says smiling "well we're here!"
We pull in through the gates of this huge mansion with a fountain out front. I'm pretty sure I was drooling because Mac laughs and motions for me to follow her inside. We walk in through the double doors and inside was a complete marble floor with a grand staircase heading to the upstairs level.
"My mom and dad gave me the master bedroom upstairs cause they knew they'd never be home, I'm so blessed to live in a house like this." She explains as we walked up the right side staircase
"So uh, how do you not get lost in this house?" I ask awed from the sight I see unraveling before me
She chuckles before replying "I don't know I've lived here my whole life, but I see where you're coming from. Enough with the chit chat we have to get ready cause the party starts in a few hours!"
I can't tell how I feel, nervous, excited, scared, happy, it's all just a blurb of feeling. And yes I did just say blurb. It's a fun word try it out. Blurb. Heh.
It was gruesome hours of Mac styling my crazy curly hair before she finally decided on giving up.
"Yeah it's better just to let it flow and do its thing." I say amused by her frustration
"Is this why it's always in a bum?"
"Yup!"
"Damn okay now onto clothes, what about this?" She says holding up a skimpy looking pink dress
"Uhhhh no I want something more casual but still says badass."
"Ohhh okay I gotcha here what about this!" She says holding up a crop top that says "fuck you very much" with some jean short shorts
"Yes definitely!" I say grabbing the clothes then going to change
"Does this match me?" She asks wearing a blue shirt dress that compliments her curves with some white heels that weren't too big or too small.
"SLAYYY BITCH SLAYYY!" I scream jumping at her
"Okay okay get off me! Now makeup time for the both of us!" I internally groan but follow her into her huge bathroom
She gets straight to work practically plopping me down on the toilet by force and works on my eyebrows that probably look worse then Oscar from Sesame Street.
"You're so lucky you have no acne I'd kill for that!"
"Yeah I guess." I shrug
I guess I am lucky, I could have it way worse and have a bunch of acne like every other teenager in the world. However I'm not much like every other teenager.
"How'd you get all these bruises?"
Shit.
"Well you already know I get bullied, from them I guess." It's not a full lie in. My defense
"Oh.." she pauses "Im sorry"
"No don't be I hate sympathy and honestly I'm so used to it." I say quickly
"Alright well your makeups almost done then I'll touch up mine then we can go!" Her mood changes so fast it's crazy "Done! Whaddya think?"
I look in the mirror and see a completely different person staring back at me. The foundation and concealer hide my bruises and scars and the smoky eye she gives me makes me look like a model. I can barely recognize myself and I like it like this.
"I think you should be a makeup artist!" I squeal before hugging her
"Thanks now scat I gotta do mine!" She laughs rushing me out of the bathroom
I sit out on her comfy bed and wait for her to insight up her looks. Thirty minutes later she comes out looking like a goddess.
"You are so getting laid tonight." I say smirking
"Really think so?"
"Yes you look gorgeous!"
"Hey are you going to wear heels?"
"Uhhh no ill stick to my adidas." I can never wear heels, I only wear a shoe I can run in and if I even try walking in heels I end up breaking my ankle.
"Oh, okay." She says looking confused "Let's go before we're late!"
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