When The Truth Comes Out

Chapter 1: Invited

Invited:

I suppose before I get into any graphic detail of my life I should inform you on a couple of things.

My name is Macey Winslow, I am fifteen and I live with my 'work-aholic' father and my charming, judgmental mother. I also live with my beautiful sister Megan. Who I am extremely close to. You could call us twins toward our identical looks and how strong our bond as sisters is.

When we were little we were never to go anywhere without the other by our side. Of course Megan has grown up and we don't really spend as much time together as we used to but we're still close. Megan is ten and a half months older than I am, making her sixteen. We would soon both be sixteen once my birthday came around. That isn't for a couple more months. One of the only huge differences between us is that Megan is much more outgoing, she hasn't ever been afraid to speak the exact things on her mind no matter who the victim is. I envy her every day for the confidence she comes to so naturally. But like everything else in my life I hide it.

I sit at my window watching the fall wind sweep the leaves from their hibernating home. I have the pattern of the way each leaf float into debris, just from coming and watching out my window so much. I usually come to this window whenever my life becomes hectic or even just a boring day like today. My life gets carried away sometimes so I gather at this window for hours to keep my mind at ease to keep the pain from hurting me too much. More like observation on Mother Nature. But that's just who I am, the exact person I prefer to be.

I stood up to go sit on my bed when I heard a knock at my door .

"It's open", I replied. The door creaked as it opened, only to reveal Megan standing at my doorway with a mischievous look spread along her lips.

"Yes?" I questioned. She closed the door behind her and started dancing her way towards me.

"Well, Lucas just called me and guess what!" She impatiently squealed.

"What?!" I said mimicking her excitement.

"There is going to be a party over and Lucas' and Landon's tonight!"

"Oh awesome, I uh can't go", I lied. I knew what she was implying just by her bubbling demeanor.

"W-Why not?"

"Well I have a ton of homework to do, and final exams will be here before you know it", she gave me that ' I know you're lying' look and I cracked.

"Okay, it's just I'm really not in the mood to parrr-tayy tonight!" I made sure I emphasized 'party'. Then she shot me the 'are you serious?' look. Then she began speaking again.
"NO! No! No! You're going, it starts at 7:30 we are leaving at 7:00. Get on it!" She smirked at me giving a friendly slap to my leg. Megan stood up off my bed and gradually made her way to my door before finally exiting.

I rubbed my knee's just thinking. Oh God! What am I going to wear? Honestly I didn't really care considering modesty was my personal policy. In my opinion, that's why I never have had as many boyfriend's as Megan. Not that I minded. Sometimes it's nice to know that you have no responsibilities. No-one who is looking up to you or down on you for doing something wrong... it was nice.

And on that thought I hopped up and decided to get ready. Then my mind went blank, Preparing was definitely not one of my many gifts. After a moment of debating against myself i decided a nice pair of khaki shorts and a white tank top would be fine for this kind of party. I slipped on my tennis-shoes and skipped down to Megan's room lightly knocking on her door.

"Come in", I heard Megan's muffled voice announce. I peeked in to see her frantically rummaging through her closet.

" I just wanted to let you know that I'm ready to go", Megan brought her head up only to glance at me once up, then once down.

"Oh no, you ARE-NOT wearing that", she pointed at my outfit crinkling her nose at it. She shuffled over to the door where I was standing and grabbed my wrist yanking me into her messy, yet well designed room. The light from her window's blinded me before i could see what she was shoving into my hands. I pulled it out in front of me to see a mini dark blue strapless dress, and a pair of silver six inch heels in front of my eyes. I scoffed at it, "HA! You actually expect to see ME wearing this tonight?" I knew she was serious but i felt better by asking anyway.

"YES, I do. Now hurry, go put it on! I still have to curl your hair!" she called after me but I was already stripping off my clothes to even hear her very well.

I slipped the dress on then shoved my feet into the ridiculously high heels Megan was literally forcing me to wear. I glanced at myself in the mirror before striding out of the bathroom to show Megan. As soon as I stepped out she squealed.

"Wow, Macey, you look gorgeous. The guys are surely going to eat you up tonight!" She then drug me to the chair that occupied her vanity and forced me into the seat by shoving my shoulders down. Megan roughly started heating curls into my naturally wavy ash brown hair. She swiped mascara a few times on my eye lashes and we were off to the party. I went from being 'scared of what people think of me- Macey', to a primped and pampered slut. But surprisingly I had to admit, I did pull the slutty look off well!

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My exact look for Macey^^^^
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Cruelly beautiful with an elegant innocence. Only pictured with dark green eyes.