The Makeover

Chapter Fourteen - Let it go

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~Ariana~

I kissed Harry. I Ariana Grande kissed a boy. I don't know where that confidence came from, it just appeared, and it left quite quickly. After I pulled away, I looked at Harry and, fled from the car like a dog on drugs.

I was acting crazy, but I can't like Harry, I just can't. It's bizarre even, to think that he would like me. I feel like crying. My heart was pounding hard. I am confused.

I need to take a bath. A hot bubble bath. I smiled at the thought. Whenever I'd get sad or angry, my mother always talked me into taking a bath. It would always work though. I ran water into the tub, while I plugged my phone in to charge. I undressed ang got into the tub.

I leaned back and closed my eyes.

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen." I sang softly. "A kingdom of isolation and it looks like i'm the queen. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside, couldn't keep it in heaven knows i've tried."

I loved this song so much, and i've never seen the movie. I've always wanted to watch it, but I didn't want to go to the movies, and watch it all alone. Who does that? And besides that, I never really got out much so I didn't know where to buy the DVD.

I liked both versions of Let it go, but I don't know which one I liked the most. If I watch the movie i'm sure I could make a decision.

(A/N I watched the movie and it's amazing btw. I like the movie version better.)

I hummed most of the song, and when I was close to the end I began to sing again.

"My power flurries through the air into the ground, my power flurries through the air into the ground." I sang. "My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around, and one thought crystallizes like an icy blast. I'm never going back, the past is in the past!" I smiled and got out of the tub.

"Let it go, let it go, and I'll rise like the break of dawn." I sang wrapping my towel around me. "Let it go, let it go, that perfect girl is gone! Here I stand, in the light of day. Let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered me anyway!"

I walked out the bathroom, and got dressed in my Hello Kitty pajamas.. I know what you're thinking. What is a seventeen year old doing wearing a Hello Kitty pajamas. My grandmother got them for me and I didn't want to hurt her feelings; sue me. Besides they were very comfortable, if I do say so myself.

I got into bed and began reading my favourite book Private L.A written by James Patterson and Mark Sullivan. James Patterson was my favourite author. He wrote the best thriller books in the world. Well that's my opinion.

It was about a detective; Private Jack Morgan investigates the disappearance of the biggest superstar couple in Hollywood.

I had just gotten this book last week from one of the pre-schoolerss parent. She loved me, as I loved her son Eli. Unfortunately she moved to a different state, and I haven't seen them in a while. She gave me as a farewell present.

I laid in my bed and began to the the prologue of the book.

One

IT WAS NEARING midnight that late-October evening on a dark stretch of beach in Malibu. I've men, lifelong surfers, lost souls, sat around a fire blazing in a portable steel pit set into the sand. The multimillion-dollar homes u on the fragile cliffs showed no lights save security bulbs. Waves crashed in the blackness beyond the firelight. The wind was picking up, temperature dropping. A storm built offshore.