Lip gloss

All my life my dad has lectured me, "you don't need make up Mary Anne, that's all it's is, your making up imaginary features that aren't there on your beautiful face." Lecture after lecture. Then he'd tell me how he wished he had my face back when he was my age. Weird enough, my dad has the nerve to lecture me, and he's gay.

But today, he said will start a new me. He's finally accepted into my need for makeup ad bought me some yesterday to start off ninth grade. So when my alarms clock hollers into my ears, I may slam it onto the floor, but atleast its out of joy.

I feel my angels hands pick me up out of bed and dust off my pink night gown. She helps me walk to the bathroom and sits me in front of my big sink mirror.

I smile at my exhausted expression because I know today, I will have a major transformation.

I pick up a wash cloth and run it under warm water for a few seconds before the water gets too warm.

I think it's important to use wash cloths on your face, not the kind with stick up bunches like the towels I use. These are strait up cloth like one of my cotton shirts, that way it ont irritate my face.

I inhale deeply before picking up my first tube, it filled with liquid the tone of my baby snow skin, I remember my dad telling me it only goes on my face. So I take a small pink sponge and squish some out onto the sponge. I apply it to half of my face so I can see if there' a difference in colors on my cheeks.

Dang. It takes away the natural pink I have imbedded in my cheeks, I'll have to use some blush to fix that.

When I finish I think I'm good enough to move onto something else. I apply some blue onto my eyelids in one thin line and sigh as I watch how it makes my blue eyes seem brighter. In satisfaction I do the same to my left eye and blink a few times to get rid of the heavy feeling on my eye.

"You should really see what you're going to wear before finishing you pr makeup dear." My father says behind me, smiling at both of our reflections.

"Thanks daddy." I say and he shrugs in happiness and he exits my room. He is right. I smooth my night gown again and head back into my room. I want to wear a dress. I look at my four hanging dresses in my closet and see my favorite one. It has black and white stripes which I I'll add a pink belt to.

I slip the dress on and it meets just above my knee, which thankfully, is good enough for my schools expectations. I fasten the hot pink belt around my waist and slip on my hot pink converse and a simple small black bow into my hair. My hir is naturally curly and blonde and happens to look alright with this dress, so I just wear it natural.

With a second thought in my mind I apply some blue eye liner to my bottom eye lids and add a pink smoky eye.

I add a little lip gloss to finish the look and sprits myself with my favorite perfume.

I grab my neon blue purse/backpack and head out of my room.

My dad takes one look at me and so does my brother, my brother whistle and I blush, my dad just smiles. "You look gorgeous Mary Ann," he says kissing the top of my head.

"Really sis, stick close to Tony today, I don't want any of those big headed seniors to get a little cocky." He says and I hide my head in my hands, laughing. He just smiles and unlocks the car. "You coming? We're stopping by Panera so hurry up." He says with a smirk and my stomach clenches. There is no way I can eat, especially with the nervousness of this being my first day of High school.

I get in the car after breathing in the crisp air of California. I close my eyes and lean my head against the window, humming along to George Strait as we drive