Synthetic Beauty (re-posted)

Chapter Six: Definitely Not the Best Party Ever

Chapter Six: Definitely Not The Best Party Ever

Phoebe sat on her bed, posting on her blog about the party tonight. Only one hour til'. Phoebe remembered something strange from yesterday. She was crying, but she had no idea over what.

"Tess? Can you make me some spaghetti?" Phoebe says laying down against her bed, her tousled hair spread out on the sheets.

A column came out of the ground with a steaming plate of spaghetti.

"Here you are Phoebe. You should probably get dressed for the party. You want to make an impression. I can help you with your hair, if you take a shower," Tess says.

"Mmm hmm hmm hm," Phoebe tries to say something while eating a large bite of spaghetti.

"Excuse me? What did you say?"

Phoebe swallows hard on the gigantic bite, clearing her throat, "I meant, thank you very much, I'd like that," Phoebe translates.

"Okay. Go to the bathroom and I will meet you there."

The closet swings open with the dress tucked inside. Phoebe stares at it with adoration.

She slides the dress on over her head after stripping off her old pajamas. She carefully makes sure not to tear it. When she slips the shoes on, she feels like a princess, the only thing out of place is her hair. Its tousled waves run down her back gracefullly.

She makes her way to the bathroom, sitting on a small chair inside a pod. Two hand-like claws come from the ceiling with shampoo and conditioner. Phoebe lets her hair fall over the back of the chair for Tess to rinse it. She feels gentle claws delicately brush her hair. Perfectly warm liquid slips down Phoebe's head, making her feel warm inside.

Tess massages Phoebe's head while scrubbing in the shampoo and washing it off. When Tess finishes, Phoebe's wet hair dangles behind her, trying to not get its owner wet.

After Tess blow dries and prepares her hair, Phoebe looks in the mirror, admiring herself. Curls smoothly outline her sillouhette; her bangs pinned back with a turquoise butterfly. Phoebe twirls around looking at herself over and over again. Her make-up perfectly brightens her eyes and makes her cheeks look more rosey.

"Are you ready to go, Ma'am?" Tess says, slipping a black shawl over Phoebe's shoulders.

"Yes, I'm ready to go to the party," Phoebe says, making her way towards the spiraling door. It opens up for her and she walks to the pod which brings her back to the main foyer of the complex.

Phoebe drives to the party, excited and unnerved. She prepares herself for the best night of her life. She passes street after street, the buildings grow taller as she goes deeper into the enormacity of buildings. Her building stands no comparison for the ones she sees.

From a mile away Phoebe could see the extravagent building, lit up like a Christmas Tree. Its tip threatening to touch the top of the natatorium. A balcony spread out attached to the penthouse. People danced ontop of it, holding glasses filled of colorful liquid.

Phoebe confidently walks into the complex, perplexed on the inside at the amazing wonderland she had never seen in all her life. Phoebe takes a deep breath preparing herself to be amazed.

"Welcome," a femal voice says, welcoming her in a similar fashion as Tess.

A girl passes in front of Phoebe with a flowing dress that looks similar to a wedding gown. Phoebe assumed her theme was a swan for her mask had a beak hanging on the edge with feathers glide gracefully.

Phoebe weaves her way in and out of people, a lot of lame pick up lines come from several men. Phoebe didn't care. She knew how to seduce men, but she wants to charm the right guy. She saw several couples making out in a corner. Someone handed Phoebe a pristine glass with bubblegum colored liquid inside.