Through Her Eyes

Christy's P.O.V

I open my closet, the doors open wide like a pair of arms there to greet me. Inside my giant walk-in closet are all my clothes, so obviously, it's a really big closet. To my left hang all my dresses which takes up the entire left side all the way to the back wall. I love dresses! On the floor next to my array of dresses, are all my gorgeous heels. Heels are to die for! On my right hang my adorable t-shirts and cute skirts to go together. I haven't worn jeans for as long as I can remember. That's, like, a long time! On the floor below those are my boots, my converse, and my one pair of sandals. I only wear those when I'm walking through the house. The house is disgusting, but my reputation would be ruined if I wear them outside. And directly in front of me is an absolute gorgeous figure. She's super skinny, she's got the most beautiful brunette hair I've ever seen, and she looks too gorgeous for anyone else. Oh my stars! It's me! Oh I am beautiful today! I play with my hair and smile back slyly at my reflection. The tall eight foot mirror stares back at me, showing me my flawlessness.
"Well aren't you a cute little thing!" I smile playfully.
Now, I have to pick my outfit. This could be tough, like usual. Should I wear a dress or a T-shirt and skirt today? None of my t-shirts look good today. So, I decide on a dress. Which one? I look through my long array of dresses. Do I want a shiny one or a sparkly one? Well the sun is probably bright so if I wear my glittery one, the sparkles will reflect off and make a rainbow of colors. But if I wear a shimmery one...
I still haven't decided when Dad knocks at my door. "Sugar pie! Breakfast is ready and we made your favorite - strawberry parfait with banana custard!"
I groan. "Daddy you always get it wrong! I only like those on certain days! You must get into the habit of asking before you just go and make something. I want bacon and eggs this morning! The bacon needs to be crispy but not burnt, and I want my eggs sunny - side - up."
"But honey! I already made you -"
"Daddy, I'm not going to eat it," I yell, holding up a long sparkly pink dress. The whole thing is just a pink sparkly bomb waiting to explode with happiness. I sigh happily, twirling with it held up to my chest. I walk out with the dress still on it's hanger and show it to my father. He's a very tall, skinny man with a very large bushy mustache. He's a lawyer and very professional. He makes quite a bit of money, along with Mama being a doctor. He wears a brown suit with an ugly yellow tie. As much as I love him, he has a terrible sense of style.
"Doesn't this look utterly fabulous?"
Daddy beams. "It does my love. Isn't that the dress I bought you the other day at the mall? The very new, fancy, expensive -"
"Yes Daddy," I interrupt with a wave of my hand, cutting him off. "But I could not bare to eat such a disgraceful thing in such an elegant dress - wouldn't you agree?"
Daddy was clearly flustered now. "Well, I uh, don't see the shame in -"
I was losing my patience with him. Men are so unreasonable! "Daddy, make me some eggs and bacon this second!"
"Please just listen for a moment. I -"
"NOW!" I scream.
"Yes baby cakes," my father says miserably and walks back to the kitchen.
"Ugh!" I throw the dress to the ground in my closet. Daddy makes me so upset sometimes! He doesn't understand me! I stomp on my new dress and watch the dress crumple beneath each step. When I finish, the dress is lying in a heap, a pink sparkly blur. I grab my ugly plaid dress. It has a disgusting mixture of green, red, and blue, and black all jumbled together. I put on my ugly sandals and look at myself in the mirror. This could have been a good day if Daddy hadn't ruined it. I marched out of my room, leaving my hair a ratty mess, (which I never do unless I'm put in a bad mood) and march down the hallway to the kitchen.
Daddy is in there, cooking something on the stove top. My breakfast I can only assume. I am in no mood to talk to him, or eat the lousy things he has prepared for me. He forced me into this foul mood! I huff loudly enough so he will hear me and storm through the kitchen, slamming the back door as loud as I can behind me.
I run down the street and past a few houses. The sky is bright, but the sun is baking me alive. I begin to slow down my run. I recognize a small blue house and sprint towards it. I am out of breath when I reach the back door. I move to the right side of the house and rap loudly on the window four times, pause, then rap again two more times. Instantly, the window opens and there stands my best friend, Harley.
"Christy! You look dreadful! What happened?" I break into tears and explain what happened. When I finish, Harley is shaking her head. "I can't believe this! A parfait two days in a row? Is he serious?"
I sigh heavily. Harley is the only person in the whole world who understands me. "I know! He can't think of anything better to do with himself when he's home! He just doesn't get me!"
"You should come in here and get dressed in something cuter than that ugly thing," Harley insists.
"Oh thank you! I wore this to show everyone what a foul mood I was in. But, you've just made my day look a whole lot better!" With Harley's help, I climb through the window and change into a much better outfit.