Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 6:
Heart Flutters
My room looks like it has been raided.
Clothes are dumped into a massive pile in the corner as I rush to change into my dress. Mountains of makeup lay sprawled across the floor by one side of my mirror. On the other side are a pair of straighteners and a pair of curlers because I'm always so indecisive, as well as a pile of hairpins that I've attempted to use for what feels like hundreds of times.
Getting ready is stressful.
I really want to look great. It will look awful wearing such a pretty dress, yet my face nowhere near matching its beauty.
But I'm ready now and have little time to make any more changes. I have gone all out with my makeup; gold smokey eye shadow covers my eyelids, topped with winged eyeliner, big and bold false eyelashes and a nude lip colour. My brunette hair has been curled in big tight curls, which I then brushed out to make them more natural and wavy.
I found it hard to fall asleep last night for two reasons. Firstly, I was buzzing with excitement. The whole idea of going to my first party in what felt like forever and the fact that people had thrown this purely for me, was heartwarming. As well as a party that I knew would end very differently to the last one I was at.
Secondly, I am an extremely organised person. So I laid there planning the exact times I would do each thing to get ready.
Whilst struggling to sleep, my phone buzzed with a new notification. The time was 12:39 am, curious as to who would be texting me at this time, I picked up my phone from my nightstand.
It was Steven.
He said "Hey Lola, sorry if this wakes you up but I just wondered how you were getting to the party tomorrow? Steven."
"Hi! No, it's fine, the excitement was keeping me up anyway. I think my mum is going to drop me there." I replied.
"Tell her not to worry because I am your new chauffeur! Text me your address, and I'll pick you up just after 7:15."
A smile crept across my face as I stared at my phone.
"Cool, thanks! Are you sure that's ok?"
"Yeah it's fine, it'll be a nice way for us to get to know each other some more. Also, I'm sure your mom is cool but her turning up with you may cramp your style, so at least with me, you'll have a friend to turn up with."
I quietly laughed to myself. I texted him my address, and we both said goodnight. Not long after, I finally fell asleep.
I hear the doorbell ring, interrupting my daydream and not long after I can hear my mum greeting someone at the door.
I look at the time and realise Steven is here.
Grabbing my gold heels and bag, I quickly put them on. Spraying myself with perfume, I give myself one quick glance in the mirror, and with a smile, I run down the stairs.
