Stand By Me.

Chapter 10: Star-Crossed.

        When I wake up the next morning, Sabrina is right in my face. "Good morning. Today I shall turn you into a princess for your date. We have a busy day ahead of us, so let's move!" She practically yells in my face. I turn onto my stomach, put the pillow over my head and groan. The clock says 9:56, but the amount of sleep I need nowadays is unbelievable. I can already tell today is a "Bad Day." One of those magical days in Canceropolis where no matter how drugged up you are, you will still feel incredibly ill.

        "I... I don't know Sabrina. I feel really sick today." I say in a moan-y voice.

        "No. You have a date tonight!" She shrieks.

        "Come on. You know how it is." I say, pleading.

       "Fine. I'll let you sleep and be lazy until... noon. Okay?" She asks.

        "Really? Noon? Will it seriously take 8 hours to beautify me?" I ask.

        "Ugh, I suppose not. How about 4:30? I think three and a half hours will prove sufficient enough!" She says carefully. I groan again.

        "Okay. 4:30 is fine. I'm gonna sleep for a while, and probably watch some movies when I wake up." I say.

        "Okay, call me when you wake up. I'll watch them with you." She says. I nod and smile as she leaves. I quick check my phone. 78 unread messages. Some are from Abby, but most are from my parents, Jake, and Ruby. Then a couple random ones are from other people I won't respond to. I feel kind of bad, leaving them out of everything. Mostly Abby, because my family will come visit me, but Abby won't. I'll have to call her or something, but I feel so exhausted right now, I need some sleep.

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        When I wake up, it's 1:12. I wheel (no point in attaching the legs to walk five feet and back) over to my movie pile and sort through it. I decide on Pocahontas, one of my favorite Disney movies. I watch it, and cry at the end, as per usual. Then I pop in Beauty and the Beast, but by the time the characters are singing "Be Our Guest", Sabrina shows up.

        "I thought I told you to call when you started watching the movies!" She says, mock-annoyed.

        "Sorry, I forgot. I'm still feeling kinda sick-ish." I say. She makes an odd face to show displeasure.

        'Well you're going on the God damn date if it kills me! I have shipped this to hard for you to just give up!" She says, which makes me roll my eyes.

        "Milo would understand," I say.

        "Yes he would, as would he understand a lot of things, but come on, please! I'm begging you here Henri! What do I have to do to make this happen? Get on my hands and knees and beg?" She asks. I ponder over this a moment.

        "Yes, actually." I smirk. She smiles and contains laughter while getting on the ground.

        "Pretty pretty pretty please please please with a cherry on top go on this date." She begs.      

        "Well, since you begged..." I laugh. I falls on my bed.

        "Let's get you gorgeous!"

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        After about three hours of hard work, my eyes are dusted in light pink and regal gold, with little wings at the end of my eyes, drawn in dark, dark, brown eye liner, and my usually pale eyelashes elongated with black mascara. My skin's only had light work done, as Sabrina didn't want to erase my "endearing" freckles. But she did not fail to give me the blush worthy of a Disney princess. My lips coated in just chap stick and pink lip gloss, I look pretty good. We couldn't do much for my hair, so she just put two brown pearl hair pins on either side, each holding back small amounts of hair. My outfit was the hardest. I wanted to wear a black dress that I thought was both pretty and a little sexy, but Sabrina said black clothes are forbidden here. It means death, a state we are all eagerly seeking to avoid. So she slapped me in a cute, woodsy dark green dress. It has thicker straps that go across my shoulders, down my back, into a bow. It's a sweet-heart neckline, that is very form fitting from the bust, down the bodice, to the waist. Then it flares out at the lower waist, and continues on to the mid-knee. Clean lines, same fabric, very classy. She shoved me into some brown high heels that are quite high and a little stilettos-y, each with a small bow on top. I'm wearing a brown-pearl necklace and some dangly brown earrings that look like clusters of perfect, round, fall leaves. It's all tied together with dark green nails on my fingers, except the ring fingernail on each hand is painted brown as an accent nail. I look very woodsy, but classy. I asked Sabrina if she thought I looked like a tree.