New Year's Eve (Completed)

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"Ow, what the frick? I squeal as my best friend, Caroline, tugs a brush through my tangled  mop of champagne blonde.

She rolls her eyes and replies for what has to be the seventh time. "Hold still! I'm almost done."

"You said that like twenty minutes ag–" Tug. She cuts me off mid sentence and yanks the brush even harder. "Ow! Oh sh–"

"Finished!" She exclaims and carelessly tosses the brush on the counter.

Caroline expertly proceeds to curl my hair in under ten minutes, and runs her fingers through the waves, giving me that perfectly windswept look. After adding the finishing touches to my hair, which consists of a few sprits of hairspray, my best friend lugs out her makeup kit. As soon as she opens the shiny black box, I swear I get Hannah Montana vibes. Inside her makeup stash is an endless supply of high end foundation and concealer, an array of brushes, at least ten tubes of mascara, and every lipstick shade you can imagine. And that is just half of her collection.

Oh the perks of having a best friend who will be starting her first year at a highly acclaimed makeup and hair academy in New York City this August. She is going to make an amazing makeup artist, and I can't wait till she does makeup for famous actors and actresses, so I can meet them!

And what about me? What do I want to do with my life? I have absolutely no clue. I am a senior, about to start my last semester of high school, and I have no idea what I want to major  in. I am running out of time to decide, and I cannot catch a break from my parents about it.

"Earth the Alice!" Caroline snaps me out of my thoughts as she lightly taps my head with a comb.

I come to and peer at my reflection in the mirror, my rich navy eyes dominating my other features. "Hmm?"

"Are you excited for the party?" She smiles knowingly at me in the mirror. To say I'm excited would be an understatement. This was my first time being invited to one of the "popular's" parties. As soon as Caroline and I received the invitation, we were ecstatic. This is going to be the best New Year's party, and anyone from Charlotte High that has connections to the populars will be there.

I swivel around excitedly in my chair to face my friend and reply, "Yes! I have been looking forward to this party since we got out for Christmas break." I beam childishly as she spins the chair back around, and I'm facing my reflection once again. "Are you excited?"

Caroline shrugs nonchalantly and resounds an unenthusiastic, "I guess so." In reality, I know she is just as pumped as I am. To most, her flat reply may seem indifferent and uninterested, but I, her best friend, can easily detect the flicker of excitement lingering in her eyes, radiating the true adrenaline that lie underneath her detached exterior. According to the social hierarchy of high school, Caroline and I are somewhere towards the middle of the spectrum. Although I don't consider myself part of the deranged idea of social statuses, the populars must deem us likable enough to invite us to a party, a New Year's eve party nonetheless.

I am not exactly sure what to expect, other than the booming pop music and the empty beer cans strewn everywhere, like all of those cheesy teen fiction novels mention. Quite frankly, I'm not even sure if I even believe that aspect of parties are true, but I guess I should prepare myself just in case. I know for a fact there will be alcohol, but I have already decided that drinking is not really my scene.

Caroline, on the other hand, I'm not sure about. She is a pretty mild teenager compared to most of the girls at our school, but I will not be surprised if she has a drink and finds a guy or two while she's at it. I don't necessarily agree with her idea of a good time, but I love and respect my best friend regardless.