In The Morning

chapter 11: Before Party

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In The Morning

There I am looking myself on the mirror after the final touches.

I notice I have the perfect nose um.. just a little bigger, the perfect eye shapes with only a few eyelashes,  a pair of thin lips and the perfect brown pony tail of which I am proud of ‘cause it is thick.

I don’t want to look good because of the black skirt around my thighs which of course reaches the knees or the golden jacket that is not only covering my shoulders but also is hiding the black cotton t-shirt under that.

I don’t want to look stylish but educated.

                    “Excuse me, why does James need to drive you to the party?” guess whose voice I hear at the door; it’s my little too suspicious sister. I’m actually glad it’s not my mother.

                   “Well, you do know I can’t drive!” I throw myself on my bed and look at the stars painted on the ceiling. I am shy in front of her too I guess.

I can’t even look and praise myself on the mirror when someone’s around me.

                    “Why James? Why not mom?” what’s wrong with her.

                    “Because he wants to go to the party too!” I give a cold stare and roll my shoulders.

                    “Whoa you had every answer ready in your mind!” she takes my place in front of the mirror and pouts. She doesn’t know how weird she looks. She thinks she looks pretty but well I say no, “That’s shocking!”

Now I feel like I am being interrogated for a crime scene.

                   “That’s enough Scar!” I jump back and sit, “I don’t have a crush on him. God. He wants to go with us. Don’t ask me questions!”

                    “Stop it! Phil... “ she cuts me, “Please!”

                     “You stop it! Don’t act like my elder sister! Okay?” I shout back at her and she rolls her eyes at me.

                    "You two wanna get out of the house?” mother sneaks in with some towel in her hand and soon James follows her.

                     “What’s wrong here?”she asks like a real mother.

Then I understand how loud our voices were.

I don’t get it. I don’t talk to people and I kind of stay out of everything and some people around me think they had bought my head.
Who is the bigger sister?

I stare at James just to make it clear whether he had listened to all that Scar was speaking!

I thank God in my mind when I see his blank face and eyes. Well, the eyes weren’t normal.
They were like out of his control. They kept searching for leeches on my body I guess.

First head to toe and then toe to head and then well what can I say..... Here and there.

Has Scar set fire on my dress out of her jealousy already?

Or is my dress so dirty and old like Hagrid’s clothes that his eyes keep looking?

“Wow Phillipa you’ve never looked this good before!” ugh is that the way you compliment mother?

“Okay Okay I got it!” I say irritated and take a glance at Scar.

“What! don’t look at me! Go and have your fun night!” She sounds really jealous.

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                “I don’t really like ...uh” it’s James and he’s pointing at the back of my head, "..this pony tail!"

I turn my head from the bright phone screen as I sent a message to Scar.

"You are gradually becoming like mother."

                “Says who, the famous hairstylist!” I have to clear my mind so I put up this jolly mood.

The drive has been extremely quiet since we started our journey. He did not talk until now.
Thankfully he got something to talk about at least even though we’re about to reach Cheryl’s.

               “What if I say I don’t like the gel you put to straighten your hairs like uh... uh..thorns ha-ha!”

               “I know you did not have a brother but that doesn’t mean you don’t know about it!” I never get how people manage to argue even while driving.

               “Uh right! like I never even saw it on TV!” I remark sarcastically, “I said I don’t like it! It looks like you’ve been getting electric shocks or you’ve been hit by a thunder!”

              “Oh my god! come on! Seriously?” he sighs.

               “You know I like messy hairs like... uh... all over the forehead and behind the ears.” I try to use my hands and show him.

              “I get that! I get that! Just like your boyfriend has?” he keeps driving.

              “Yeah yeah in my dreams!” Phillipa actually knows how to talk in front of James. ‘Cause like Aaron James too has no idea that I am who I am.

            “No seriously.”

            “What seriously?”

           “The boy I saw!”

            “Umm... I have no idea what you’re talking about James!”

            “I won’t tell anybody! Your secret’s safe with me!” he keeps one hand on his chest the other one on the steering wheel and shakes his head.

I take a look outside the window where nothing’s visible except the white dense fog.

            “I have secrets but none that you know of I’m sure.” I let a smile.

             “Okay let’s face it.” He looks at me and I look at him, “I saw you going out in the morning on your bike and I kind of followed you till you met your boyfriend.”

Bruhh Omg Omg Omg Omg what’s he talking about?

Was I watching a movie from the nineties where a young daughter gets caught by her daddy for seeing her lover?

My heart could fail any minute from now. No matter how hard I try not to smile or blush or simply become nervous, I just do.

He isn’t my dad but I’m afraid. Well, Aaron isn’t even close to be my boyfriend.

Oh that boy with messy hairs and deep eyes!

James you don’t know how much I wish that to happen.

From that very moment I questioned my heart! Well why not?

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Let’s see why not!

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