Just A Story

Chapter 7: She Looks So Perfect

Nope. Nope. And oh hell no! Jean threw down a hideous pink tank top that looked like a flamingo had been murdered in the process of making it. She was attempting to find an outfit for the party that was later that night, but sadly nothing seemed to peek her interest.

A knock on her door interrupted her in mid-thought. She scrambled to her feet causing clothes that had been piled in her lap to fall off and onto the floot. Opening the door, she was greeted by Abbie's face, but she had a huge smile on her face as she looked at Jean then walked into the room.

"So you're going to the party?" She wiggled her eyebrows at Jean.

"I might as well not at this point." Jean sighed closing her door and then falling onto her bed.

Abbie glanced at her sister and then rolled her eyes. "Stop being so melodramatic. You do have something. You just need to find it."

"I can't." Jean's reply was muffled by her pillows.

Going through the drawers in Jean's dresser, Abbie threw clothes out of the drawers like wildfire. "Where is that one dress!" She turned around, pointing at her sister in frustration. "It's cute and casual! Don't be a bitch!" She grabbed Jean's foot and yanked her off the bed. Watching Jean fidget, when she saw her glance at a certain drawer she dove at it, opened it, and yanked out the neatly folded white material.

Jean groaned putting her in face in her hands, "Ok. So what now?"

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One excruciating hour later, Jean was fully ready for the party. She stood in the middle of her room, with Abbie practically radiating from happiness. Her normally brown, wavy hair fell in soft curls, her make up was soft, peachy almost naked but the colors used emphasized her eyes and features perfectly. The dress was the white one that rose to just above her knees with a deep v-neck. After asking a more than happy Abbie, Jean borrowed her sister's sandals, layered bracelet, purse, and necklace.

Tugging nerviously at a lock of her hair, Jean glanced at the door. Her phone went off and she glanced down at it, her eyebrows furrowing together.

 Brayden: Sorry i cant pick u up. I had to get a ride w/one of my friends 2 the party bcuz i was having vehicle probs. Dont hate me)':

She bit her lip as she replied back to him.

Jean: It's ok. I'll see you in a few then. Where's the party at again?

After confusing directions, and numerous apologies from Brayden, Jean shoved her phone into her purse.

"Abbie?" She walked over to her sister.

"What's up?"

"Can you give me a ride to the party?"

"Sure." Abbie got up, fumbling for her keys and purse.

Once Jean said goodbye to her mom, who encouraged her to stay out late, and her dad the two of them drove off to the party.

In the car, she put her head in her hands, terrfied of what was to going to occur.

Do I look weird?? I mean I practically look like another person almost. Her thoughts mainly focused on a negative aspect of everything. A tapping on her head caused her to look up sharply at her sister.

"We're here."

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Out of control. The was the first thing that popped into her head as she watched crazed, hormonal teens run all over the place. There was litter all over the ground of the house, which was large and obviously filled with people inside and outside it. She could hear people laughing, some crying, and just a huge mix of emotions.