*🚧UNDER CONSTRUCTION🚧*
A young teenage girl experiences college while in high school due to her academics, hard work, and ethics. College is one of the many places where we become open minded and able to "get out" of the world that we live in, bu...
A/n: The dress above is the one she wears and the attachment below the text is the rejected out fit. The woman in the image is not the character in the story. *I do not own these images* ~~~~~
As I began to take a deeper look, I troubled on which outfit I should wear. Both are overwhelming but the military green outfit is so risque; I know it's ironic but... I don't like risque despite all the decisions I've made.
"I think you should pick the dark green like one," Becca suggested and I turn to look at her.
"I want to but I'm not so sure I can pull it off," I sighed and finally chose the other stunning outfit.
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I hang the rejected outfit back in the closet and start straightening my hair. I grab my comb from my purse and went to the bathroom and start combing the sides of my hair back. I put a little hair spray, and combed the rest of my hair to the back.
"Ready for me to do your makeup?" Stephanie asked.
"Yeah," I said as I walk to sit on the chair that is in front of her vanity.
The only reasons why she does my make up is because, one: I'm lazy, two: I'm lazy, and three: I suck at it.
After a while, she gets up and turns my face towards the mirror.
"All done! Hope it wasn't too much because I meant to," She winked through the mirror and smirked her way out into the bathroom.
I got closer to the mirror and noticed that she was exaggerating. She made a very "natural look" compared to the excessive makeup that she could have put on me, but I was so surprised on the detail she put on a horrible canvas.
Better yet... Maybe that's why she did.
My lips are so glossy and my lashes very long but still in disguise as it can still be considered natural with dim lighting. Highlighter was used to a minimum, yet the eyeliner made my eyes have its beautiful raven wings, making it look almost a flawless pitch black color.
I step back and look at myself from afar and finally got the outfit and start changing into it. I look back into the mirror once again and felt a bit confident. I started to enjoy the fabric that's on my skin and I put on my nude, glossy heels.
I looked in the mirror one last time to make any adjustments until I walked out of the room, and I start heading to living room to wait for the girls.
I was on social media until I got bored, my legs rested on the couch; I felt my eyes getting heavy until I heard the girls' footsteps, alerting my senses and I get up to grab the keys of the truck.
"You are not driving, missy," I heard Becca behind me, and I turn around.
"How are we going to get there then?" I interrogated.
"Uber! You, are gonna get wasted with us," I frown at Stephanie's statement.
"Before you protest, we'll make sure you put the truck in my garage," Becca smiled as I pouted.
