The Makeover

Chapter Five - I'm so fancy, you already know!

After school, Alison decided to come over to my house and hang out until it was time to get ready for the party. She had her own car, and she offered to drive me home, so we were to stop by her house before we got to mine. As she drove down the street, I realized that it was my street.

"Why are we driving down my street, I thought we were going to your house." I say to her confused. Feeling the car coming to a stop.

"We are," she replied. "This is my house." She said motioning to a big white house.

"You're kidding right." I said.

"Nope." She replied getting out the car, slamming the door behind her. I got out and ran behind her.

"I live right across the street." I informed her smiling.

"Oh well come inside, neighbour." She grinned pulling me inside the large house.

Alison left me to explore while she went up to her room, to get the things she needed. I walked over to a table in the living room that had alot of family photos. I looked at each of them.

In about ten minutes Ali came downstairs with a bag. She wrote a note saying where she was, and that she'd be going to a party. Since I lived across the street from her, we walked to my house. My grandmother wouldn't be home until six, so we were on our own. When we got inside , I led her up to my room.

There were four bedrooms in my house, two upstairs, and the other two downstairs. I also had my own bathroom, and there were two. My room was decorated by my mom and I, and I had fun doing it. For my thirteenth birthday I had decided I wanted a bedroom makeover, and my mom was up for it. So we went to the store and bought some stuff and redecorated my entire room.

The walls were pink, and had coloured circles on one part of the room, and on the ceiling. There were pink circles inside of green circles, and pink circles inside of blue circles. It was very creative. I had a small table next to my bed, which was right in the middle of the room. My room reminded me so much about my mom. I missed her so much.

"Are you okay Ariana?" Alison asked concerned. "You've been standing there for five minutes now, staring at the wall."

"I'm fine," I replied. "I was just thinking."

"About who?" She questioned motioning me to come sit on the bed with her.

"My mom." I responded softly. "She died when I was fifteen, we decorated this room together. It was sort of a mother-daughter project."

"How did she die?" She said rest her hand on my shoulder.

"She had cancer." I said softly.

"I'm sorry," She replied giving me a hug. I smiled and replied an 'it's okay'.

It was 3 hours before the party, and I was taking a shower. Alison had already taken one, and she was doing her hair and make up. When I shower, I have to sing. Who doesn't sing in the shower? I belted out the rap lyrics to fancy by Iggy Azalea featuring Charli XCX.

First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)

drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)

And I'm still in the Murda Bizness

I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)

You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)

Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris

High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)