Geek 2 Greek.

Dinner disaster.... or not?

I looked at myself in the mirror. My mom had really outdone herself on this one. I mean, susually for these things, she would usually have me looking like an idiot but this time....

I looked like a major idiot.

i was dressed in a pink frilly Little Bo Peep dress with white spots all over it, draping all the way to my knees. The arems were short-sleeved and puffed up and there was pink lace ribbon tied around my waist.

Yep, all i need is a curved staff and a couple of sheep, and you might as well stick me in a nursery rhyme book.

'Mom," i said shakily, "Please no."

My mom stood besides me, Leaning by the wall and obviously admiring her handiwork. She frowned at me in the mirror.

"What?" she said, "i think you look very cute."

"Yeah, for a disney character," I began unbuttoning the dress and struggling to get my arm out of the arm hole, "Mom, I don't mean sound...you know, 'teenager' about this but, I'm fifteen. Not five."

My mom rolled her eyes at me. "When I was fifteen, that's what we used to wear," I heard her mutter. I smirked.

"Yeah, in the age of spandex and leg warmers," i muttered to myself. my mom Obviously caught what I said, as her eyes narrowed and she scowled at me.

"You know what? You think you're so grown up, you choose what to wear," she tossed the ribbin she was holding onto the bed. "Be out in five," she called, marching down the stairs.

i rolled my eyes at the door, then walked to my wardrobe. Something suitable for dinner....

Yeah, pretty much every dress I owned, was crap. That's why I usually had to enlist my mom's help in what to wear, cause believe it or not, in her day, my mom had been quite the fashionista, not to mention she was a whiz with the sewing machine. Most of the dresses i owned were dull colours like black or brown, not because I didn't want better clothes, but it's so hard to find a good size 12 these days, and I eventually got tired of looking and just spent my money on coupons for Mel's burgers.

I ended up pickinjg out this green dress, that was not particularly nice but not especially hideous. It was frill-less, which was good- and sort of hung of my frame, not really flattering or anything. i couple that with some gladiators and a purse and headed out the door. Mom was already there, looking stunning, in a hot pink knee-length dress and heels that looked like they killed. Junior looked as cranky as ever in a suit and a bow tie, hands shoved in his pockets. he brightened when he saw me and I grinned at him.

"Hey little guy," I said, "Looking sharp."

i know a lot of older siblings don't get along with their younger ones but Junior and a were tight as a pack. He was a really cute kid and looked up to me a lot, and had this, "My Big Sister, My hero," look about him. I ruffled his hair as i got there and he giggled.

Junior was teased a lot at school for being a sissy, and a fag and his last name being Rose didn't help matters. But I don't think Junior's gay. He was just nice.

When I descended, my mom cleared her throat and stared pointedly at my hair. Then she cocked an eyebrow.

"You know it's not gonna do any good right?" I informed her but turned around and walked right back upsatirs anyway. In my room, i sat infront of my mirror and armed myself with a hair brush and some hair oil.

I sighed. "Here goes nothing."

Then I brushed. I brushed and brushed and brushed like there was no tomorrow. i smeared oil in my hair, and ran a brush to it, over and over again, and then i looked in the mirror. my efforts were all useless. My hair was as puffy, stubborn and springy as ever before. I sighed and bunched it up into a ponytail, getting most of it, and then braided he ponytail to reach my waist. I've been growing it for a very long time.