Disney High

chapter 18

Elsa's POV

i play with my hair as Emma talks on the phone with someone. I wasn't even planning on going to this dumb dance but Emma doesn't want to go alone and whatnot so i guess I'm being forced to now. I sigh and sit back up,

"Okay she's on her way." she sighs.

"Who is?" i ask

"Giselle." she says.

"who's that?" i ask

"Let's just say she's good with the sewing machine." she mumbles. "Now we just gotta fix that." she says as she points to my face.

"Excuse you?" i cross my arms and she pulls me towards my dresser and starts doing my make up like if her life depended on it. "Ow! stop!" i complain "Damn it Emma that hurts!" i yell

"Yeah well beauty takes time and pain." she sighs as she plucks my eyebrows.

About a good twenty minutes later she finishes my make-up. She put me something light because i told her i'm not one to wear make-up. She put me this thing called mascara? which is suppose to make your eyelashes longer and have more volume or something like that. After she put me this purple powder all over my eyelids and some pink lipstick.

"Perfect!" she squeals and i roll my eyes.

"I'm here! i'm here! whats the fashion emergency!!" we both turn our heads to see a girl with strawberry blond hair, much like my sister's, trying to catch her breath. "I need a sewing machine and fabric stat!" she orders and i freak out and start searching for the things.

"Elsa, relax. Giselle carries those with her everywhere. She just likes to sound professional." she uses air quotes and i nod as i relax a little bit. Giselle walks over to me and stares a bit.

"Hmm, yes." she speaks to herself and then takes out a measuring tool and tells me to open my arms. I obey and after that she measures my stomach and legs.

  she  takes a seat and rapidly starts sewing and pining and doing all these sorts of thing that i can't name. I go downstairs and pour some lemonade and go back upstairs. "Lemonade anyone?" i ask and Emma gladly takes one.

"Do you have a straw?" Emma asks and i nod as i hand her one and she sets her cup down and grabs the other one. She puts the straw inside the cup and walks over to Giselle as she takes a sip and then Shoo's Emma. "I learned to just roll with it." she shrugs and i nod.

"So does she go to our school?" i ask as i point to Giselle.

"No she graduated a while ago and is taking some classes up in the University to become a fashion designer." she says and i nod.

"Done!" we snap our heads to Giselle as she holds a beautiful blue dress. "What do you guys think? i figured blue was your color." she smiles and i grab the dress and admire it as if it were gold.

"Wow! how did you know! Blue is my favorite color!" i say as i laugh.

"Just a lucky guess." she mumbles as she looks around my room. "Anyways try it on!" she squeals. i nod my head and head to my bathroom. I quickly change and before i leave i look at the mirror and slightly gasp. That girl isn't me. She's way better, that perfect girl i once was, was no longer there.

"Hey! Elsa you die in there or something! hurry!" Emma yells and i exit the bathroom

"Wow!" they both say and i laugh. "You look great! now lets go!!" Emma says. "Bye Giselle!" she screams on the way out.

"Wait my hair!" I yell as we run down the stairs

"Just braid it during the drive over there!" she yells and i obey and enter the car and almost imediently start braiding it.