Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 18

{So, you may not believe me, but I kinda like my face.

I'm growing a lot more confident with myself since you left. I think I'm kinda pretty.

I seriously thought you'd be there for me. But I thought wrong, didn't I?

But I still have those days, those certain days that I fall to my lowest point and think I can't climb back up. But somehow, I do.

I still point out the little things about me, the flaws, the imperfections. I'm still insecure, but I'm getting better.

By day, by night, by week, by month, by year...

I'm recovering.}

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I woke up that morning, really not looking forward to school.

I'm grounded all weekend.

I'm not allowed to go to Jake's party, go out at all, or use my phone. I'm pissed.

I put on a sleeveless white shirt, that said LIFEGUARD across the front in red lettering, slipped into black skinny jeans and threw my hair up into a messy bun.

I applied some mascara and a bit of foundation before pulling on my combat boots.

I looked into my fullbody mirror, pointing out every flaw about myself.

But then, I realized how much I've grown, and developed.

My hair had grown a lot. Along with my body, I had to grow maybe 3 or so inches since the summer. I had very visible curves, the ones you would dream of having. My breasts are kind of bigger, definitely bigger than last year. My butt had become more round.

It was like looking at a different person. I haven't looked in a mirror in a long time, just ashamed at the girl looking back. But, for once, I'm happy with myself. I'm proud of the woman looking back.

I push those thoughts away and finish getting ready.

I grab my backpack and sneaked past my dad. I quickly met up with Sam, who was walking in front of me.

"So, you're going to the party tonight, right?" He asked.

"Can't. I'm grounded," I sighed.

"Just sneak out," he casually said as we walked into the school's parking lot.

Sneak out, huh...

...

After school ended, I ran home. Like, sprinted.

I never thought about sneaking out, that idea never popped into my mind. I've always been the good girl, goodie goodie, etc. That's what everyone called me.

I ran into my house, and scurried upstairs.

I entered my walk-in closet, and went over to my dresses that would be appropriate for a teenager party:

I had a white skintight minidress with sequence across the top, a basic black strapless skintight minidress, and a baby blue strapless minidress, with a sweetheart neckline and flowy bottom

I couldn't decide, so I got my phone and called Armani. She has really good taste when it comes to fashion.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed from the other line.

"Get your ass over here now!" I yelled into the phone.

"You're a bitch," she said bluntly.