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I Get A Makeover

Someone was knocking on my door when I woke up the next morning. I looked at the alarm clock and noted that it was 6:30 already. I'm not a morning person.

Sherlock threw the door open.

"Get up! You have to get ready for school!"

"I have over an hour before I have to leave! Remind me why I have to go to school anyway?"

"You're going to go to Callum's school and befriend him."

"I was being sarcastic, and you still could have woken me up later!"

"You have to look like you have all the money in the world. Don't girls take forever to do that?"

"I wouldn't know!"

Sherlock walked out and started doing something in the kitchen. Groaning I got out of bed and chose an outfit.

It put on a purple top with a ruffled black skirt that went down to mid-thigh. I grabbed purple flats and put them on along with a black beaded necklace.

To deal with my messy curls I pulled up my hair in a ponytail. Then I had to put on makeup, but there was a problem. I've never used makeup before. Why didn't I think of this before? Now what was I going to do?

I yelled to Sherlock, "How do you put makeup on?"

A few seconds later he walked into the bathroom.

"Don't you know how to put it on?"

"Obviously not!"

"Well you're lucky you have me then. You can tell a lot about a women by her makeup. It's easy to see how they do it."

By this point I was giggling.

"Sherlock Holmes the great detective, is an expert on makeup!"

"Oh shut up and sit on the counter!"

His face was red and he was scowling. I was still giggling. He opened a container.

"This is concealer. You put it on your face, but I am also going to use it to cover your scar."

He rubbed it on my face and then on my scar. Next he picked up a different container with pink powder in it.

He started applying it to my cheeks. The brush was soft and I thought about the situation.

I was going to an expensive school and I wasn't sure what it would be like. My cover was that I was the daughter of a politician whose name I wasn't allowed to reveal. It would also explain why Callum could never meet my parents, or know my last name. My first name wasn't changed, thank God, that would get confusing. I was nervous to say the least.

Sherlock put the brush down and picked up eye shadow. I at least knew what that was.

"Shut your eyes."

It felt weird to have something touching my eyes but I tried not to move.

"I'm putting eyeliner on now, don't open your eyes."

This was more painful, but not as much as when he did the bottom of my eyes.

"Stop blinking!"

"It hurts! I can't keep my eyes open!"

"Well try harder!"

Finally he finished and started putting on mascara.

"What did I say about blinking!"

"I'm sorry!"

Why do girls do this? It's so not worth it.

Once that was done all that was left was lipgloss, and I put that on myself.

I looked in the mirror and was amazed. I had never looked so good.

"What time is it?"

"7:49."

"What! I have to be there at 8:00! It takes 15 minutes to walk there!"

I ran to the front door and picked up my bag.

"Bye Sherlock!"

I left before I could hear his response. I was so screwed.