Barbie Transformation

I am SO dead.

The Next day~

“Emmerson, you can go back home now- your house has been checked and he isn’t home. He probably fled again.” Lily tells me and I nod and hug her, “thank you.”

I’m a little hesitant; I don’t want to go back, what if he’s hiding there? Maria (the maid) notices my uncertainty and smiles at me reassuringly, “Don’t worry, girl. You come talk to me if Max be there, okay?” She comforts me, her African accent smothering her words. I nod and hug her. I love hugging Maria, she’s like the mother I’ve always wanted. Lily gives nice hugs but I’ve noticed that she’s always distracted with work and hardly pays love and attention to anyone. But Maria; she’s like my rock. I love her like family.

The servants packed my things for me and I arrived home at around about 8am. Class starts in an hour. I gallop through the kitchen and see my mother sitting on the stool.

“Hello.” She greets awkwardly and I nod, “Hello mother.” I reply formally and open the fridge, pulling out a green apple.

“Um, how is Lily?” She fidgets in her seat. My mother and I barely talk to each other. She doesn’t really know how to treat a daughter; Max was usually the talkative one of the family, he knew exactly how to treat me. But then the tables turned. Murphy’s law, huh?

Oh, the odds are so not in my favor.

I bite my apple and chew, quieting the noisy silence and intensifying the awkwardness. “Fine.” She looks at me strangely, expecting me to blabble on about everything that happened, like I usually do. I normally always talk nonsense to avoid awkwardness. But this is a new me and the new me doesn’t like talking to a person who isn’t interested. I reply nonchalantly and look away from my ‘mother’ and walk towards the stairs.

I decide to get changed and ready for school. A tang top with the cookie monster and black shorts should do the job.

I grab my phone and sling my bag on my shoulder. I text Hunter my address and hope he’s going to pick me up- I don’t want to drive with my mom. I really need a car. When I hear a hoot outside I look through the glass and notice Hunter in his R8. I smile to myself and bounce down the stairs with an extra ounce of energy in my step.

When I reach the bottom, my mom is peering outside through the window. When she notices me, her eyes bulge, “You aren’t wearing makeup…” She gasps and I nod casually. “No pink?” She speculates my outfit and I roll my eyes and walk past her, “goodbye.”

I jump in the passenger’s seat and grin at Hunter. He looks ravishing in his green shirt and black jeans. “Hey.” He smiles and pecks my cheek.

 “Hi!” I say happily and buckle in. I look back at the door and my mom is staring back at me with a confused expression. I sigh and look the other way. “So, this is your real house, yeah?” He asks and I nod. “yes. I was just staying at my grandma’s for a few nights…” I reply matter-of-factly. He nods, and I silently thank him for not asking any questions.

“So, what’s our plan now?” I ask and Hunter shakes his head, “I don’t know.”

I bite my lip, “So we tried the science club…and we-,”

“Failed.” Hunter finishes for me and I grin, “Yeah… I’m not wearing any makeup, any heels or any pink and I sit with nerdy people. What else should we do?” I ask and Hunter clicks his tongue, “Don’t you still owe the favors to the nerds?” Hunter asks and I nod, “Yeah, I’ll do that this weekend or something.” I shrug and he nods, “Okay.”