This is me

Chapter 5:/

"no, no more!!" I yell as Trix chases me around her room with an eyelash curler in her hand.

"Come one, Anya" Trix stops chasing and moans when I dash into the bathroom and lock the door. "I barely did anything yet!"

"You put on mascara, and eyeliner, that's all I want" I say behind the bathroom door.

"Come one, just a lil more, just wee bit of lipstick and maybe some foundation with sparkle glitter" she shouts loudly, muffled by the door between us.

I stay silent.

"Ok, some lipstick and the foundation without the glitter.....?"

More silence

"Just some lipstick?" She says hopefully.

I'm quiet again thinking it over.

I open the door and step out slowly. "Just lipstick, and nothing too bright." I walk over to her vanity mirror and sit down, facing her.

"Yes! Ok got it, nothing too bright." She grins as she digs through her bag of lipsticks.

She pulls out a dark purple, and starts putting it on my lips. I've been here for about an hour already going through our usual routine where I don't want a lot of make up but Trix ends up giving me a full face of it. It was not easy getting away from my mom to get here. I just finished up eating dinner, about to say something to my parents about it while heading towards the stairs.

"By the way, I'm heading out tonight, mom and dad!" I inform them, quickly run to the stair case railing but not before my mom answered.

"Uh....no you aren't" my mom responds. Man, I thought I could make a quick get away.

"Excuse me, why not?" I ask sassily, hand on hip, other hand still holding on to the railing, back facing the stairs, as she eats her meal.

"Anya, you know why" There she goes with saying my name first again. I'm in dangerous territory.

"Whatever" is my clever response. I spin around and start walking up the stairs.

"Anya i mean it, you better not leave this house tonight, or you will be severely punished, do you understand?"

"Yes mom" I mutter before running up the stairs.

I make it to my room. So because I wanted a new hairstyle I'm not aloud to go hang with my friends at a party. So my choices were head out and have a blast at a high school party, or sit inside on my bed and do my physics homework. Hmmm, well this is gonna be hard to decide.....not. I did what any teenage girl would do, grabbed my keys, climbed out the window, jumped, landed in a bush, hopped in my old maroon car, and headed to Trix's. I use to do this every Friday night before everything with Chuck happened.

I walked into Trix's house in blue jeans, a Jurassic Park T-shirt, a few scratches and some leaves in my hair.

Now i'm in a short sleeved, tight, dark purple dress that comes mid thigh, make up covering my face, earrings in place, and nails done perfectly.

Trix is in a hot pink, dress, a little less tight then mine but the back is open. Trix has done her makeup already and looks gorgeous, and now she's doing mine but i refuse to have makeup caked on my face.

Thankfully, my face has always been pretty clear besides my freckles, so I never felt like I needed much makeup. I rather like my freckles so I never wanted to cover them up.

My hair is down, so I can show off my new hair cut, I just pulled the hair around my face back into some Bobby pins.

Trix has her fiery red hair up in a ponytail. She had just recently dyed it, it was blue a few days ago. Her original color was blonde but she thought she needed something a little more exciting so she does it different colors every so often. Honestly I don't know why she does it, I love blonde hair, if I had her hair I'd never dye it.