Leaning forward, she pressed the thick, waxy tube of candy apple red lipstick against her bottom lip. She stroked it back and forth until a generous layer formed and she puckered her natural pale pink lips together. The bright color popped against her deep mocha complexion and dark curls falling all around her face. Using both hands, Vanessa fluffed her hairspray-lacquered hairstyle and straightened her baby doll t-shirt with a large red lipstick print made from sparkly glitter across her chest.
“What is with you today V?” Vanessa asked.
Violet stood next to the sink closest to the bathroom door with her back leaning against the wall. The white concrete blocks were cold against the exposed flesh of her shoulders and the bit of back uncovered by her dress. She stared straight forward with eyes locked onto the rows of blue painted stalls. Her ears perked as Vanessa spoke and her brain fumbled the words to form an answer.
“What do you mean? I’m totally fine,” Violet replied.
“You’ve been a total space case since first period. What’s up?” she said.
“I guess I just didn’t sleep well last night,” Violet said.
“Well, you look absolutely fabulous today. That dress is so cute,” Vanessa replied.
Curling her lips into a smile, Violet crossed her arms over her stomach. The riches and spoils of Violet’s family wealth afforded her a wardrobe that made most high school girls green with envy. It was no secret around school that she was the one all the popular girls looked to for fashion and make-up trends. Pushing her back off the wall, Violet fished around inside the small clutch she held in one hand.
“I heard a juicy little rumor today,” Vanessa continued.
“Yeah? Do share my friend,” Violet replied as she pulled a tube of petal-pink lip gloss from the clutch. She slid the soft cloth applicator across her bottom lip.
“Carly overheard Dean Chambers telling his brother Tom that he was thinking about asking you to the homecoming dance,” Vanessa spilled.
Violet puckered her lips and wiped the sticky liquid away from the edges of her mouth where it escaped past the boundaries of her pink lip-liner. She ran her fingers underneath the running water of the sink in front of her and brushed them through her eyebrow-lining bangs. They were not her best hair choice as they seemed to fall flat within a few hours after styling, but she loved the freshly cut, just above her shoulders, bob her stylist convinced her to get.
“Hello, earth to Violet. Did you not hear what I just said?” Vanessa asked.
“I heard you,” Violet replied.
“They why aren’t you, like, jumping for joy about it?” Vanessa said.
Staring into the mirror in front of her, Violet’s eyes wandered over her face and torso. She was classically beautiful with a porcelain complexion, round face and large, angled cat-like eyes. The first thing people noticed were her eyes and the soft, clear bright blue of the iris. Passed down from her great-grandmother, Violet was the only woman in her family to inherit such striking eyes. She loved to play them up with dark liner and mascara with a smoky covering across her eyelids.
Her nose was small, perfectly round at the ball with an ideal narrow profile. The bones of her cheeks hid underneath the roundness of her face and while Violet thought she was carrying too much weight in her face, everyone else thought she was stunning. She chopped her bangs to hide the billboard-sized forehead created by her low brows and high hair line, but she ended up hating the bangs more than her forehead.
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Dylan the Vampire Slayer
ParanormalWhen 17-year-old Dylan Hennessy found out she was a Potential, her world was overcome by vampires and demons. She was forced to learn, and quickly, all there was to know about the mystical, the magical, and all the evil entities she never knew exis...
