Remedial

Fight For Your Right to Party

   Zowie silently slipped into her apartment. After setting her things down, she moved aside the pure white curtains and unlocked the window. She opened it. The sunlight spilled in, casting a glare on the television. In front of the window was a decrepit tree with sturdy and bulky branches that housed sparrows. Zowie breathed in the fresh air. She felt at ease inaudibly observing those who walked on the pavement. The majority of them were white men in black suits. She also noticed a mom holding her son's hand as he jumped over the cracks and a Korean woman with vitiligo laughing on the phone. Zowie was an avid "people-watcher." She came up with backstories, personalities, and flaws for those she watched. When she completed her session, she gracefully made her way to the kitchen, stopping at the fridge. 

   After grabbing her snack, green grapes, she lied on her bed and read the incoming messages from her friends. They were raving over the party that night. Zowie promised them that early afternoon that she was attending. Zowie joined in with them as she popped grape after grape into her mouth.  While there was a break in their back and forth, she checked her grades.  Her test from economic sociology had been put in. She got an A-! The test had been a lot harder than she expected, so the good grade was a shocker. Ephigenia shot a text informing her that she was going to pick her up at 7:20. 

   Zowie reached into the back of her closet to find the special jumpsuit she wanted to wear. She laid it out on her bed, enjoying its beauty and simplicity. She stared at every shoe, trying to decide which one would be the perfect match. The black loafers completed the outfit. Zowie had time to kill. She continued texting them for two hours until it was time to shower.

   After stepping out of the tub, she lathered herself in hemp lotion and coated her armpits with deodorant. Still naked, she sat down and brushed her dark brunette hair. When she was finished, Zowie began dressing. The jumpsuit was nearly completely black. The deep v-neck ran down to her stomach, covering her pale breasts. The collar that extended from the v-line had silver horizontal lines made of glitter. She knotted the waist tie off to the side. The deep pockets provided a lot of convenience. She whirled around and struck dramatic poses in her mirror. She giggled at herself and proceeded to find the perfect accessories. Zowie decided on her black onyx necklace, a light silver choker, and a silver bracelet. Looking in the mirror, she applied mascara and black eyeliner, though, she used silver liner for the corner of her eyes and on top. A medium gray eyeshadow with sparkle was used on her lids and was blended into a deep, but muted purple on her brow bone. Lip gloss completed the look.

   Following the spritz of perfume, she slid her shoes on and waited for Ephigenia's arrival. Zowie's mood was elevated. She tapped her foot in rapid motion and bit her lip. It's going to be a good time. I'll see my friends and they'll think I'm fine. Plus, I'm going to get so many compliments on my outfit. Zowie would be deceiving you if she said she dressed for herself. She has lied plenty of times.

Ephigenia: here

Zowie: Ok

   Zowie exhaled and shoved her belongings in her pockets. She descended down the stairs to the building door and shoved it open. She spotted her best friend's car and fast-walked to it. Ephigenia unlocked the door for Zowie to enter.

   "Hey!"

"Hi," Zowie responded neutrally. 

"Your outfit looks so cute!"

   "Yours too!" Zowie scanned her up and down.

   Ephigenia was a fashion designer who hadn't quite made it big yet. She sewed her own clothes, upcycled thrifted ones, and could make anything individual. She was inspired by the Harlem Renaissance, tribal Ethiopian clothing, and the 60's mod era. Her love for fashion extended to Etsy and Depop where she sold her own pieces, but mainly sold vintage clothes on the latter. She even worked at a locally owned second hand store where she scored her most unorthodox of pieces. The dress she was sporting at the moment, was of course, her own work. It was a maxi dress with color blocking and dignified splotches of colors. It was strapless and brought forth her natural waistline and showed off her hips. Her hair was styled in box braids with white braiding string and golden hair rings. Ephigenia's lips were a bold red.