The Fey Girl

It's Perfect

When I get back to my house I silently open and close the door without attracting attention and I run up the stairs, Not caring if anyone could hear me. I lock my bedroom door and set the violet bag on my bed, Letting it fall over slightly. I look at the bag closely, curious but also weary of what it contains. Trying to contain my excitement I pick up the bag and thrust my hand into it, Forgetting it was given to me buy the same guy that threw paint at me. My fingers brush something silky and soft to touch and I reach my hand in further, Pulling it out gently. I lay the fabric on my bed and try make sense of what it is. I untangle it enough to make sense of what it is, A dress. The dress that is strewn across my badly made bed is the most elegant and perfect thing I have ever seen. (The picture I have in this chapter is the dress and the girl is NOT Violet) I gasp and just stare at the dress, My mouth hanging slightly open. I check the sizing of the dress and it's exactly the right size, down to my waist and everything. I know I should be a bit worried but I just want to try on the dress that I don't care anymore. I yankI my clothes off and throw them into a pile and slide on the silky dress, Letting the material cling to my curves. I rush over to my full body mirror, holding the bottom of the dress off the ground. The dress is even more spectacular on me. I let my hair loose from the bun and it falls down my back is soft waves, hitting my waist with a gently thump. This time I really do look like some kind of princess from a movie or even a... Fairy. I laugh a little and I guess that attracts my sister. Tanya walks into the room and stops dead, Staring at me. I wait for her to say something like there is a spider but she doesn't. What she does it much worse. ''Oh my god! Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Violet! You're so pretty! Ahhh!'' Oh god.