Reece Coleman-a broken teen who Carries the weight of her deceased father and alcoholic mother-is faced with her biggest turmoil as an unwanted connection begins to form with the irritating yet charming Wesley King- the new transfer student who inst...
Picture above is Reece's outfit for the party. She's not very fashionable and that definitely has nothing to do with the fact that I have no idea how to style myself let alone my own characters. (The girl above isn't what Reece looks like, it's just a visual of how she styled her hair.)
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"Should I straighten or curl my hair?" Violet questioned, sitting at her vanity and playing with her hair in wonder. I rolled over on her bed so I was laying on my stomach.
"How about you leave it the way it is and we call it a night?" I mutter, shoving my face in her very comfortable mattress. Violet scoffed and turned around in her seat to face me.
"It's only seven-thirty and I think you're forgetting the party we're meant to go to in an hour and a half." I groaned in annoyance.
"We're leaving for ten," I stated, sitting up on her bed.
"Why ten?" I looked at her in confusion.
"Violet, only weirdos show up to a high school party on time." She gasped.
"This isn't your first high school party is it!?" I shrugged, not bothering to deny her accusation.
"Why do you think I don't want to go? I already know what it's like, and it's really not that great." She huffed, clearly not amused that I've been to a high school party without her.
In my defence, it had been a spur of the moment thing. That night I had been fed up with everything and just wanted to get wasted, so I went to a high school party last minute on my own. I regretted it immediately, it was crowded, hot, and the teenage boys there didn't know how to mind their own business.
"I'm going to curl my hair," Violet decided, steering away from our previous conversation. I laid back on the bed, knowing I was going to be waiting awhile.
*****
Like I had predicted, I had almost waited two hours for Violet to get ready. On the other hand, I had been done over an hour ago. My hair fell over my shoulders in dark beach waves and I kept my makeup as natural as possible, only filling in my eyebrows and putting on some mascara. I kept true to my word and wore a dark outfit, as per usual.
"How do I look?" Violet asked, examining herself in front of her body-length mirror. I took in a deep breath, standing from her bed.
"Like you're ready to throw yourself at the next guy who shows up," I stated, only half joking. She glared at me, picking up an article of clothing near her and throwing it at my face. I dodged it, glaring back at her.
Truthfully, she looked beautiful, her hair was coiled in loose curls and her makeup looked flawless, her eyelids were red, matching the crop-top and heels she wore. I cringed at the choice of shoes she wore, imagining the pain she'll most likely be in by the end of the night, but I kept my mouth shut; it was her problem, not mine.
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