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THIRTEEN | SPIN ME LIKE YOUR RECORDS
THERE WAS NO TIME TO RELISH IN THE CHRISTMAS DAY FESTIVITIES FOR LONG, THERE WAS A DANCE TO PREPARE FOR. Seline could not afford to spend the day stuffing her face and losing her waistline amongst the Christmas feast. She couldn't so much as look at the sugar-filled Christmas Cake without the fear of her skin suddenly breaking out. The brunette scrubbed her teeth at least four times after breakfast, not letting any evidence she had ever eaten remain on her smile. She needed to look positively pristine.
The dorm room was even more of a mess by the time the ball rolled around. Stray wrapping paper had since been buried by the various necessities to get ready. Numerous articles of clothing were strewn across the furniture, abandoned in the wake of a better option. Makeup wipes, hair pins, perfume bottles, fake tanning mitts—you name it—were dumped at the foot of the mirror that all the girls had been fighting for space in front of. They were the picture of stereotypical teenage girls and Seline relished in the warm feeling it produced inside her chest—the normalcy she'd finally been gifted. Using her new disposable camera, the transformation was documented. Pansy, with her rollers still in her hair, insisted on posing for numerous photos until she deemed the angle perfect.
"Why can't you see the photos now?" Millicent had asked, inspecting the small yellow box. It looked tiny in her large hands as she kept looking through the lens, confused.
Seline grabbed it from her before she broke it. "You have to get the film developed at a special store," she explained, trying to count how many photos were left on it.
Getting her hair right was what took Seline the longest, no amount of rollers and hair spray ever made her hair yield into the place she wanted. It wasn't until Pansy insisted—after thirty minutes of watching the girl struggle—on putting a hair spell on her to hold her artificial curls in place. Her dark locks were pulled into a meticulously sculpted 'messy' bun. The height of it alone made her appear a few inches taller. Strands of hair were weaved in and out to form the most beautiful knot she'd ever worn while tight curls fell around the sides and front of her head to frame her round face. Each strand was put in place with a purpose. There was about fifty bobby pins stuck in her head that she was not excited to fish out later.
