15. Fiona's Fashion Boutique. you wont make it out alive.
i woke up the next morning. to the sound of my stupid alarm clock. om not a morning person. then again i may not be a person at all. i did the regular routine for school. i took a shower blah blah blah. i headed to school on my skateboard as well. sigh. sadly with those homecoming flyers the homecoming dance is probably in 3 weeks? or maybe less. i dont keep track. Alyce does for me.
"Hey Alyce!" i called out to her.
her ears perked up. usually i dont talk to her unless i have a major boy situation. or anything girly.
"what? you got asked? you said yes? you need me to help you get a dress? do your hair?..." she started.
"STOP!!! no i did not say yes. and a dress. really?" i asked.
"yep. and after school we're going to the mall to get you a dress whether you like it or not. and high heels."
"NO!!" i screamed.
"you have to."
"cant it just be flats?" i said. trying to make it as reasonable as possible. knowing there's no way out of not going to the prom.
"fine. but you still have to come with me."
"what about Ever?"
"dont you remember she has a funeral to go to today. "
"NO!! i have to spend the whole day with you!"
Alyce ignored my comment and dragged me inside. completely forgetting that i had to tell her something.
*********************************************Alyce's POV
Haven has a LOT of work to do. she needs to look cute. possibly even hot to dudes. especially when Ever and i decided to enter her for homecoming queen. she needs to act at least a little more feminine. maybe a boyfriend might help her too. i dragged her into the school. for the regular boring routine. i saw cute guys walking past. winking at me. thats what needs to happen to Haven.
im going to give Haven a total makeover. she may regret it she may thank me in the future. but i think if she looses the skateboard and jeans and wears more feminine clothing she could be the homecoming queen. possibly the most popular girl in school.
*******************************************After school. Haven's POV
Alyce dragged me to the mall. i swear i wont make it out alive.
"so.." i said.
"first we need to get you shoes. Macy's" she said.
"your going to kill me." i muttered.
we went to Macy's i have huge feet by the way. when i was 11 my shoe size was 8 in womens. true fact. now my size was about 11 in a half or 12. yep huge feet. dont know why though. Alyce kept looking for shoes. i just sat on a chair with my cell phone. checking emails. then she came up to me with 7 boxes.
"try these on." she instructed.
"you mean all 7?"
"nope. you try 5 the other 2 are for me."
"sigh." i said.
i tried on each flat. i ended up getting this half an inch of the ground sandal. at least its not technically a high heel. its a good thing i didnt need a purse. it was already 3. Alyce dragged me outside. i got an iced coffee and we were off again. she dragged me across the mall looking from store to store. i guess thats how popular people stay fit. walking through the mall. then we ended up right in front of the worst store ever.
"go in!" she said.
"never!" i spat.
"come on. its not that bad. this is where we're getting the dresses."
i looked at her wide eyed/ she pushed me. i pushed her back.
"im not going to make it out alive. its a death trap!" i said.
she ignored my comment again. she dragged me inside. it was the worst ever. the floors were pink hardwood. the walls were pink with flowers. the clothing racks were pink. the cash register was purple with stars. it was Fiona's Fashion Boutique. Alyce didnt seem bothered by the colors. she just went up to a lady (also wearing pink) and asked about prom dresses. then i was standing in a room. where they would measure me with a pink measuring tape. sigh. why does everything have to be pink?
"so what color do you want your prom dress?" the lady asked.
she was looking at me. hmm.
"yellow. but not to puffy." i said.
i explained my "style' to the lady and ended up with a not so bad dress. it was yellow and black. oh who am i kidding. i hated it. but i had to live with it.
http://www.dresses.com/pop/pop1138Yl.html
Alyce and i walked out of the store. dress was coming next week. Alyce is gonna pick it up, im never gonna go in there again.
"that wasnt so bad. was it?" Alyce asked.
"it was terrifying. im dead right now. im a walking zombie."i said.
she rolled her eyes. well i wouldnt be a walking zombie if she never brought me in there would i? it was around 5? sadly i had to go home and eat with my family. my stupid little brothers birthday. turning 3 yet he still cant use the toilet correctly. good thing i get the whole house to myself after Thanksgiving. mom and dad have a business trip. my brother's coming with them. then after that which is about 2 months? they're going to France for 1 month. then Spain for another month. then visiting my family in Canada. i get to stay home for 6 months. YAY!!
but sadly. im already dead.
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