Make Me Up

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The hour though treacherous, was over after a few 'im feeling betters', 'im fine', and 'I plan to stay clean". As well as Ruby being relocated her luggage being hauled into her temporary area till we go. Pencil skirt took me out escorting me towards the rest of the building grounds.

The walls were so white I could barely see where i was headed. But I knew I was headed one step closer to my od new life. I am still continuing high school as I am 18 and I hope to see him again.

My daydreams of the sloppy lunchroom food and couples making out in the hall came to a halt as I glanced across the courtyard. It was, Max's brother....William. He was consumed in a book, a living Harry Potter at his best. And I, more so resembling the rebellious Marnie from Halloweentown. Complete polar opposites.

He knows that youre coming out of this place into the actual wild and hes planning a way to murder you in your sleep.

I shook my head, compressing any negative thoughts into the back of my already cramped mind. We headed to the recreational center. The occupants engaged in still life, others in the makeshift Home Ec. I chose the artistry compartment as she stalked off to the sign in papers. Her arms crossed over her flat stomach. "I will be back in about three hours Andie, don't die" I chose to ignore her and continue writing my loopy penmanship on the log. When I turned around, she was gone. I headed over to the easel where the expensivley thick paint selection was. I was just about to dive into my painting of a beach when a shadow fell over me.

"Hey Andie, you came in right on time they're doing make overs in the corner and we thought since you might wanna get back to your old style."

I looked over to find Juliet, a tall blonde beaming down at me. My gaze trickled down to my over-sized gown and my hideous brown slippers, but there was nothing to fix. What would my life be subject to? I refuse to wear makeup on every occasion; I was your non average skateboarder. I would not be wearing cakey foundation and maskara just to ride in the skatepark. However, I forced a weak smile "S-sure" After all, despite having wasted two years here I could at least accept their pathetic gift offers. Except, Ruby was the best thing I could recieve.

"Great!" She grabbed my arm, pulling me into a black swivvel chair; my body moving along with the chair like a fluid ocean. I watched as my hair was nipped and curled into bouncy ringlets.

My face was violated by a posse of several women swarming over my face. Several shades of magenta and stupid names of "Bubblegum Crush" and "Blistering Kitten" being applied to my facial composure. After a series of discrepancies they applied a deep blood red ontop of my lips, as well as black eyeliner and some maskcara. Of course, this was after several coats of 'light' foundation and concealer. My face bent in a scrunched manner as I couldnt recognise myself at all. The most curious thought meandered its way through my body to my mind

What if this was why Vic never really noticed me before?

I muttered a quick "thanks" as I headed back over to the artistry corner. My painting of the beach was merely coming together as a sketch when she came back to whisk me off to my room.

"Andie, there you are you l-" The words spilled from her mouth into a puddle inside my ears. I found myself walking in my confined room to a semi-decent dinner and Ruby curled ontop of my bedspread. Her huge eyes gazing lazily at my entrance. A smile played on my lips as I was left to the solitude of my lonesome as I ate my dinner in peace.

As I was about to lay down I remembered my face, it was set in stone when I rinsed it off in the single vanity my sense of worth depreciated immensley. My mind wandering to Vic then to makeup,then to school and that I would be leaving very very soon. With a single sigh I relocated under my thick blankets as my hair pooled over the sides, Ruby pawing up under the covers next to me. I yawned heavily,

Vic Fuentes, maybe I just found a first class audition to be your girlfriend.

With that my heavy lids closed as my mind evacuated my body into a heavy dream.

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