The entire day was spent with my two best friend, Liz and Janelle. We were practically having a girls day and we even had done each other's makeover and it turn out pretty good I think. We look like a bunch of weird clowns and I have to say, I pretty much scare myself in the mirror. Liz done my lipstick a little too thick for my liking, and the makeup was horribly done by Janelle so for payback, I did hers more terrible than mine. I covered her entire eyelid with white eye shadow and then played with a variety of different colours just to add a pop of colour - well colours.
"USSIE TIME!" Janelle shout happily as Liz and I skip happily next to her and pouted our lips out. After that was taken, we look at it and cringe at the sight of our faces. We look like some bimbos after a long night out partying at a club. Yeah that is how we look.
"Girls! Time to eat- woah what happen to your faces?" Aunt Olivia said with a bewilder look written all over her face. Her jaw dropped slightly and she could not utter a word out. We all smile sheepishly at her and let out an awkward laugh.
Aunt Olivia shook her head and then continued, "Anyway, dinner is ready. Oh, Janelle dad is coming home late tonight. Same goes for Claire." Then, aunt Olivia turn around and walk out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I didn't know that I was holding back a breath so I heave a sigh out.
"I think we better wash our faces because I kind of feel a little icky." Janelle suggest as we nodded our heads and lined up in her bathroom. It was a little hard to wash the make off, especially with a very huge, bold, thick red lipstick on. And I was referring to Liz because she did this to my face.
After trying to get off all the products off our faces, we patted our faces dry with a towel then head downstairs for dinner. The food looks delicious and very delightful too. It was a simple dish but taste so wonderful when you put it in your mouth. Liz and I had complimented on aunt Olivia's cooking which caused her to feel appreciated I guess. We all talked about our lives and what each of us plan on doing when we are mature adults. I found it weird that we are discussing the topic about our occupation because I have yet to even find what I like and job suits me a lot.
It was a lot of hard work thinking of a list of jobs base on my hobbies. Example, writing. I like to do journals and write fiction books because that is how I found my comfort space bubble to be in. I wrote a plot twist of Cinderella and you can guess who are my evil step sister. And I was the girl playing as Cinderella, it is my story and I get to choose who I want to be. My Prince Charming that I imagine to be was Skandar Keynes (the boy who acted in Narnia). I had a crazy obsession with the chronicles of Narnia and literally had a movie marathon with my mum every Christmas if we were in the mood. Well, more like if she was in the mood.
No matter how many times I watch it, I never stop crying nor get excited whenever they show the battle scenes. So you can pretty much say I was a Narnian freak. I even imagines myself having a role in that movie and played as a wizard. Wouldn't that be cool though? I get to wear those pretty costume outfit and get to wear the stunning dresses which I really wish that everyone just kill the jeans and t-shirt and wear those dresses. It would be an amazing dream come true for me.
I heard my cell phone sounding and I immediately grab it off the table to see whether if it's Toby who has text me. I could feel both of the girls smirking behind my backs, "I think someone misses Toby." I heard Liz teased me and soon, Janelle join in along with her. I rolled my eyes, "Psh, whatever." My eyes trail down to the name and saw that it was just my mum who text me. I sigh.
"So, what did Toby say?" Janelle asked, getting off from the couch and then walk towards me, plopping herself next to me. "It is not him. Just my mum, she is on her way here." I said. I was really hoping Toby would be the one messaging me because I have not received a call or text from him yet. Maybe their band practice takes a long time and they need to concentrate. Yeah, maybe.
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Angels Cry (Before You Exit - Toby Mcdonough)
FanfictionRoselle Annabeth James' life isn't perfect. Everything she does only make her think that she is a failure and useless to others. She is a fragile angel that has fallen off from heaven who is lost and desperately need to find the way back to the ligh...