The Makeover

Chapter Seven - How would you like it if I smacked you in your head.

I woke up at ten on Saturday. I have to remember to thank Ali and Hanna for not letting me drink much, because from what i've seen in television shows and movies hang-overs seem terrible.

The first thing I remembered when I woke up this morning was the kiss with Harry. I felt like I was in heaven. I even remembered the look Emily gave me when I went back to wehere I was sitting. I gave her a smug look and laughed. She really needs to get over herself. I know when I go back to school on Monday she's gonna give me hell, but I think I'll be able to handle it.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup was smudged, because I didn't clean it off last night. My hair resembled a big tumble weed. I got the make up remover and began taking off any trace of make up. I combed my hair and put it in a messy bun. Then I showered, and brushed my teeth.

I got dressed in a demin shorts, and a white shirt that had 'you're no good' printed in black letters. I took my hair out of the messy bun, and pulled it into a pony tail.

I headed downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat. I walked into the kitchen and my grandmother was setting down a plate with food. It was scrabbled eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes, with a glass of orange juice. My mouth watered as I took a seat and dug in.

"I take it as you're starving," My grandmother chuckled as she placed a plate down and took a seat.

"Yes, this hunger is too real." I laughed.

"So what are you plans today?" She asked taking a bite of her pancakes.

"I'm going to be in the music room." I replied sipping my juice.

"So you decided to change your wardrobe, make new friends, go to a party, but on a nice Saturday like this, you're going in the music room," My grandmother said skeptically. "You truly are the best Ariana."

"I know thanks." I smiled and she laughed.

" Ariana, have some friends over," She said seriously. "You can take them in the music room, and share some of your musical talent with them." I smiled.

My mother was a music teacher. She loved sing and writing songs. Producers wanted to sign her, but she didn't want to be signed. She enjoyed teaching people about the different genres.

When I came along, I took up her singing talent. I would sing everyday, every night, all the fricking time. Some people would get annoyed, while others liked it.

My mother had a music room in the house. I would go down there everyday, and compose my own beats, and write my own songs. I had a book where i'd write them. My mother gave me the book when I was ten, and that was a couple of days before she told me she had cancer .

"Fine, no music room." I replied.

"Great, now go call your friends." She took my plate and her plate and went to do the dishes. I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

I went back up to my room and I had decided to text Alison and Hanna to see if they wanted to hang today. They both said yes.

In ten minutes I heard my doorbell ring. I was in the living room watching Twilight, so my grandmother got the door. I heard she greet them cheerfully, like it was the first time i've ever had friends over. Okay it is the first time, but she doesn't have to make so obvious.

"Twilight?" I heard a British voice say.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"That really hurt love." He answered holding his chest.

"Cry me a river." I replied rolling my eyes . "I didn't mean it like that."

"He said he had nothing to do, so he'll tag along." Hanna interjected taking a seat next to me.