I sat down once again trying to calm myself down.
This is just a dream! But I was just in one so I must be in a dream within a dream, right?
How was I in the house that I wasn't supposed to move into till December?
I pinched myself hard and it hurt. I cursed and flomped onto the floor.
"Hurry up! The bus is coming in five minutes!!!" My mother screamed startling me.
"Coming!" I yelled back.
Shaking, I got up and got dressed in the fashion model attire.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked weird. Something wasn't right.
So I decided to put some mascara on to give my face some dimension.
Before I knew it, I had on a full makeover. From eyeliner and eyeshadow to foundation and lipstick. My hair was in curls and the most amazing part was I had down all of this in less than five minutes.
Astonished at what I had just done, I took a step back. I turned my head and every detail was perfect.
It looks like I had been practicing every day for my whole life because of the way my hands swiftly moved across my face.
But I haven't.
As far as I know, I've only done full makeup twice. Once for my aunt's wedding and once for my first middle school dance. Even then, all I put on was a little mascara and foundation.
So basically I have no idea how I learned to do all that in one night.
It was only one night, right?
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Not Gone
Teen FictionBritney wakes up on Friday and is panicked from her dream. She feels different but can't seem to tell what. Her mother is mad at her for unknown reasons and she suddenly now is one of the most popular girls in school. The only difference from what s...
