Days of my life

The alley way isn't the only way

'Your such a plonker Jaq' laughed Laceey as they stood by the lamppost in the dark. Laceey flicked her hand rolled cigarette away from Jaqueline in a deliberately noticeable manner. Jaqueline didn't see the condescending stare she received. Making a great show of taking a drag on her cigarette and sucking the smoke deep in to her lungs, Laceey blew the smoke a full 90 degrees away from Jaqueline as she looked at her pityingly.

"I don't know why you don't smoke to be honest Jaq, its not like its that bad for you.'

From the outside looking in, it was quite clear that Laceey, being a 15 year old girl who had developed a chest quicker and larger than Jaqueline could ever even dream of, thought that she was incredibly grown up and wise. She had taken recently, to blowing her smoke and flicking ash in a deliberate opposite direction to Jaqueline, as if she was protecting a small child. As if Laceey was the only one who knew the risks of smoking. And probably also because that's what adults do isn't it? And so that made her look 'cool' and grown up. Or so she thought.

'I don't know Laceey, its just that my Mum smokes and so does my nan, and they both said it was really bad for you last time I asked about it or mentioned it.'

Coughing slightly Jaqueline leaned against the lamp post and stretched her skinny legs out in front of her. Oh she felt oh so cool in her new white jeans. Finally fashionable, finally hip and cool. Hanging on the streets at dark was what the 'cool' kids did surely?

The orange light of the lamp above her cast an almost tangerine glow on her face, drawing out her pale and gaunt features. Her face was on the wrong side of slim, and being next to Laceey who carried a little extra weight, especially in the form of her boobs, she seemed almost unethically skinny. Her face was framed with a pair of thin rectangular glasses with a medium black metal looking, yet probably plastic frame. 

Oh the joys of NHS glasses. She often resented how the other girls in her class at school seemed to just 'acquire' these designer glasses. Which, while they looked horrible, in Jaquelines bitter opinion, also seemed to hold a certain type of high fashion appeal for the dirty and unwashed masses of pre, mid and occasionally post pubescent kids at her school. 

Using the palm of her hand to push the glasses up on the bridge of her nose, and scrunching her nose up as the cold metal dusted lightly across the delicate skin and tickled the uni brow that she just MEANT to get round to ridding of but never did, she thought of how she blushed a beetroot red as she was redirected from the expensive frames with a kindly, yet mildly pitying 'No dear, you cant afford those frames on your vouchers. The NHS glasses are over there/here'  as a kindly yet ever so slightly unempathtic and brisk woman in the uniform of the opticians, pointed out a wobbly looking wire frame in the corner, with what appeared to be .... Are those just twisted bits of wire?? 

Jaqueline sure felt bad for being so unhappy with her glasses, because she didn't even like the expensive looking ones. It was more that she just didn't like glasses at all. Thought they made her look ugly. Uglier. 

She felt oh so pretty when the glasses were off, the foundation looked smooth as she layered it on her face, mascara creating vixen eyes.

Until she replaced the glasses to stare in despair at a foundation base, more raked on than caked on, and lashes that were on the wrong side of clumpy and bore too much of a striking resemblance to spider legs to ever be attractive.

After all, the disaster of 09 was when she decided to take a razor to her face in a bid to 'shave' off her unibrow and trim up the edges a bit. Not knowing, being the underdeveloped and under experienced in any sort of grown up or even teenage girl activities that she was, she didn't realise she COULDNT JUST use half  of a razor, it didn't work kike that. So one very large brow gap and some dodgy growth patches in her eyebrows later and some bad coverage using straight black very un pigmented eyeshadow, she had learnt her lesson, that brows should be left to their own devices to grow and prosper. At least you can cut bushy brows down, once there gone, there gone.