The Guardian of Man (Editing)

The makeover

School started in a week and Todd's party was today. Terry was pacing back and forth when I got out of the shower. I rolled my eyes at her, and grimaced. Several makeup containers were spread across the floor in a hazardous manner, their lids open and the contents smeared. Shoeboxes were lying around on the floor, their lids open.

My god, she's gone mad.

"Umm, Terry" I stuttered.

Terry stopped and turned her head towards me slowly like a demented doll. Her eyes were blazing and her mouth was formed into a crooked smile.

"Shall we call the asylum, I heard the nuns have a rigorously agenda that they implement on those who are especially off their rockers. Maybe you can bribe them, I heard they love Camel cigars and scotch. Perhaps you can hide them in your coat, just remember to never to drop them. The consequences will be grave. Oh god remember to never drop the soap. You don't want to be raped and have a schizo baby, those are the worst." I rambled on.

Terry looked confused, her scary demeanor faltering. Poor her. She obviously couldn't keep up with my wit.

"What are you talking about Anna?"

I shrugged and just kept on staring at her. She walked out of the closet, calling over her shoulder that she forgot to bring in the dresses.

The dresses lay inside some plastic covering, Terry's dress was beautiful. It was a royal blue, the bodice was sequined and the skirt was loose and flowing, as if it was actual liquid.

She turned to me and grabbed a pallet, beginning her work. After a few minutes she started with my hair, fixing it so my curls framed my face. I wasn't the type of girl who liked this sort of thing. By the time she was done, I was fidgeting in my seat, sweat trickling down my face defeating the purpose of putting makeup on me. What a bust.

" Oh calm down Anastasia, it's like I'm torturing you or something. I'm just adding the finish touches and you"ll be set."

Terry took out a bright red lipstick and uncapped it. She neared my face and was about to put it on me when I mumbled something."

"What did you say?"

"I said that I'm not too fond of that color red."

"Of course your not. But no matter how much you"ll bitch about it, this lipstick is going on your face."

She put the lipstick on me and took a step back. Her eyes grew huge and she started grinning.

"Wow if I do say so myself" she said patting herself on the back.

That was when I started hyperventilating. Who knows what she did, maybe i"ll look like a clown. She's probably getting back at me for the the asylum thing.

Terry was looking very pretty, her hair and makeup already done while I was in the shower. Her beautiful red hair was put into a bun and her heather greens eyes were sparkling. I took a step back to appraise her. Terry was 5'2 and was always je louse of my 5'11 frame. But she looked killer in the five inch heels she was sporting. I knew I could never dream of sticking my feet in those death traps, so I applaud the way she walks so gracefully in them.

"You look amazing" I said sincerely.

"Thank you, but not nearly enough as you do." She was still smiling. God he can't be seriouse.

I burst out laughing while getting my black pumps off the floor. I stuck them on and looked over my shoulder to Terry again. The expression on her face just made me laugh even harder, I lay sprawled on the floor hugging my stomach and wiping the tears from my eyes.

Me looking better than her? That was impossible. We both knew who the prettiest one out of both of us was. And it certainly wasn't me. I was fine with that.

Beaty was overrated and it really didn't matter to me if I looked pretty or not. I didn't want to spend hours in front of a mirror, I rather spend them reading instead. Hence me wearing baggy jeans and loose fitting t-shirts. I got bullied by classmates because of it it, but a really didn't give a flying pickle flip. The only reason they didn't pursue to make my life hell was because of Terry. No one really knew why she was my friend, including me. It wasn't like anything about me was memorable.

The only thing beautiful about me was my eyes, and even those tested to creep people out. I hated dressing up and only I did so when my fathers demanded me, or Terry persuaded me. I didn't do it for Eric. I did it for Julia, so his rage wasn't directed at her and so she didn't pay the consequences of my resistance. I learned after the first time and I felt extremely guilty after.

I really hate Eric. The only reason I get away with wearing such clothes is because he's barely here to Ted to his wife and kids. Thank all that is mighty for that.

The dress was making me feel uncomfortable. It stuck to me like a second skin and it was slowly but surely riding up every time I moved.

Terry came behind me and clasped something on my neck. It was my mothers amulet, and when the rock touched my skin I felt a waive of peace wash over me. It felt like it belonged there. Eric didn't like me wearing it, but you know what. Eric could go to hell.

We bounded down stairs, almost to the front doors when we heard it. A cough. I stiffened, my hands grew clammy and my breathe labored. Damn it, we were almost home free. We slowly turned around to face Eric. His lips were upturned in amusement and his beady . black eyes hard and cold, glimmering with hatred. His eyes darted to Terry and a mask took over his features.

"Be back by twelve, and make give Brian a ride back." He threw me a set of keys.

"Oh and happy birthday darling." With that he turned on his heels and left.

He knew he couldn't do anything. I had a bunch of blackmail on him, and his reputation would be destroyed if I leaked it out. I started to move again to the door, when I realized that terry wasn't following. She was still in the middle of the corridor, frozen in place with her mouth gaping open.

I let out a frustrated sigh and dragged her to the garage.

Flicking the switch on, I looked at the keys. I heard terry gasp behind me and I rolled my eyes. Row upon row of the sports cars were illuminated, their glossy surface shining brightly. I clicked on the button of the keys and I heard a beep. Heading to the direction of the sound, I turned my head and told terry to follow me. It was either the blue Porsche, the red Ferrari, or the yellow mustang. Thinking it was the Ferrari I slid in the keys and the doors clicked open, the door opening up instead of the normal way. Fancy Italian cars, how you intimidate me.

I slid in and unlocked the passenger seat for terry. I started the car up and the engine purred, the garage doors opened and I sped out of the estate.

" Wow, you guys are loaded." She said sliding her hands on the buttery leather.

" Yeah, I guess."

I drove up on the highway and took route twenty, zigzagging in between the cars.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner." Terry said, her voice lathered in suspicion.

" I preferred that you didn't know so you would treat me the same. I guess I was uncomftable, when your rich people are friends with you because of the money.

She nodded and turned her face to me.

" I'll never be like those type of people, I like your for who you are not your money."

I smiled at her and turned my favorite radio station on. Ac/Dc boomed from the stereo and with a light heart I zoomed to Todd's place.

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