409 words.
Emily's p.o.v.
I need to reinvent myself.
No more Emily who's too pushy,
Emily who's too mushy,
Emily who's too clingy.
The world doesn't want her anymore, they want Emily 2.0: New and improved™.
I got my sorry self up off the jagged and broken concrete that was digging into my knees just a little too much and I stood on my rollerblade clad feet that were just a little too big.
I skated (more like coasted) to the corner store Henry and I went to just after he came back to school. I walk in and wave to the cashier. It was the store owner's daughter, who I'd only seen a couple times before but she was nice.
That's who I should be; tall, exuding confidence and beauty.
I slid over to the makeup section, a small half isle of assorted face goops. There was a small compact mirror that looked handy so I grabbed it.
I saw a yellowish looking concealer stick that looked like it would get the job done. Foundation was $6.50 so I skipped that. A small pressed powder compact looked promising. I also grabbed a small eyeshadow quad, a black eyeliner, and clear mascara/eyebrow gel stuff.
Now for the lips.
There were red lipsticks but the one that stood out to me the most was a nude one.
I slid over to the cashier and dumped my product selections on the counter.
She looked at the stuff, then at me and back again.
"Are you sure you want these, honey?" She said apprehensively.
"Uh...yes?" I said/asked.
"Ookayy.." she said, sliding the items across the scanner.
"That'll be $19.64."
That...that hurt my soul (and my wallet) I pulled out my coin purse and reluctantly handed her a $20.
"Here you go, sweetheart." The lady said. "36 cents is your change." She handed me my bag and change.
I was halfway down the street when I smoothly turned around (while continuing to skate backwards like a pro) and yelled. "THANK YOU, MA'AM!"
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I returned home, taking my skates off and running up the stairs in my socks. I learned my lesson about trying to go up multiple flights of stairs in rollerblades.
I made it to my apartment in record time, I didn't have to sneak to my room cause Mama had taken Gran out to the supermarket so they could get some air.
I went to the bathroom and poured everything out into the sink and looked at myself as Emily M. Agnes for the last time.
Then, I went to town.
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Impulsive Thinking
General Fiction13 y/o Henry thinks his life is over when his legs become paralyzed in a bad car accident, but instead he goes on a journey of a lifetime in this heartfelt, coming of age story. Come along with Henry and Emily as they figure out middle school! (only...
