Bratty Little Chics

Chapter 4: Chopped eyebrows and my dating history

Beauty sleep.

That’s what people call it, which means I should wake up like Sleeping Beauty right? Actually, she is so talented. Not everyone can get sticked with a poison needle, and fall to the ground unconscious, having her body hauled by fairies to bed, and get kissed by a prince, who just committed murder- to witch but still. It’s murder.- I mean I love that fairy tale, but Aurora woke up with no wrinkled clothes, her face looked perfect, she had the right blush! She didn’t look pale and dead. And her hair… It looked perfectly straight and silky, curling at the end. I may not be as beautiful as her when I wake up, I still rush to my bathroom for a touch up- the rest of my family share a bathroom, I get the one upstairs- but I am just as close as humanly possible. When I wake up in the morning, I look in the mirror, and say. “Wow. That’s a whole lot of beauty.” Every single morning. I wonder how Zoie Linda wakes up looking like, worse than a troll, will be an understatement.

But this morning, when I worrying about Alicia, and making my way to my bathroom, I took one look at my mirror, and shrieked. Oh the horrors!

“Oh my gosh!” I scream. Everything darkened in my vision, I shrieked again. Get this… I’M GROWING A UNIBROW! NOOO! The rest of my used- to- be- perfect life started to play in front of my eyes. Me, going to homecoming with that unibrow- Well, if Alicia can’t go then I won’t- Never mind that. Me going shopping with Ash, with that unibrow, me going to school with that unibrow- oh my popularity! Me pranking Zoie Linda with that unibrow, me learning how to drive with that unibrow. My 18th birthday with that unibrow. Senior prom with the unibrow. Starting my actress and continueing my modeling career with that unibrow. Getting married with the unibrow. Doing my beauticious youtube videos with that unibrow. Having my daughter- hopefully not son, so my child won’t be too much like his/ her dad coughcouchAshcough- anyways with the unibrow. Oh how can I show my beauty! I need my face back! I used to look like I’m photoshopped, like a mannequin in Bloomingdales, but I’m moving and real! It was unbelieveable! But now…

“NOOOOOOOOO.” I drop to the ground, trying to catch my breath. My hand snaps over to the cabinet, I grab it open, and my hand lands on my tweezer. I get up, and face my reflection again, I take a deep breath. “It’s okay, Vanessa. It’s okay.” I whisper to myself, calmly.

I clip one hair with the tweezer and pull hard, plucking each and every one off. I take deep breaths as I pluck them. I’m blonde, why are they so dark? My heart races. Oh the anxiety! I pluck and pluck and pluck.

“Vanessa Wilkaz! Time for school!”

“No Mom! Wait a second!” I pluck faster, I need to be there for Alicia. I need to be, but they just seem to be never ending. I’ll never run out of hairs. I start crying. But I’m still beautiful. I mean literally look at me I look like a perfect barbie doll, with tears streaming down her face. Oh I just can’t go to school like this, everyone knows me at school, even if I don’t know them, they know me, I get all the attention in the hallways, people are going to notice. Oh no! If only I could be Mila Allen for a day, nobody knows that she exists. I'll bet she's okay with a unibrow.

“Vanessa!? Is everything alright?”

“Just shut up, Mom!” I cry, frustrated. More and more hairs. My skin starts to sting, I get so frustrated, that I reach into the cabinet. I pull out my scissor, I chop the part off. Hairs fall. A lot of hairs. I chop again, without thinking. “I’m coming!” I call to Mom. I chop one last time, just to realize that I’m not controlling myself! My blue eyes find the spot of my eyebrows on the mirror, and I gawk. My left eyebrow has two missing parts in it, my right eyebrow has one missing part in it. I mindlessly, use my shaking finger, to fix the hairs, to cover the bald spot. It doesn’t work. I stop breathing. How long does it take for eyebrow hairs to grow? Worst regret in my life!