The Au pair

A new friendship

The 12 hour plane ride gave me alot of time to think about what i left behind in france . I was going to miss my parents , but that was about it . I had no more friends after what happened last year at school .

Me and my best friend jenelle were inseperable . We had a love for the same things . Music , fashion , and boys . I met her our first year of high school , when i was a shy , scrawny fourteen year old in desperate need of a makeover . And her , pretty , svelte , and put together .

We first met  in the school bathroom , where she witnessed me  putting on a hideous shade of lipgloss . Like a frosty , glittery white . Not complimenting my skin tone whatsoever .

I knew her from a few classes here and there , but we never talked . She was one of the popular kids . The kind that chattered of  the illegal activities they would be participating in that following  weekend . With cool cars and hair , and all the latest  trends in everything . From phones , to shoes .

They were beautiful , and almost  anyone who wasnt them , wanted to be them . Even the kids who claimed all of them were vapid bird brains , who cared about nothing but their looks. You could see those particular kids standing by their lockers , looking longingly at the popular kids with glassy eyes and open mouths .

She took one look at me and proceeded  to dig into her oversized  designer bag , searching for something .

She came up to me and boldly plopped a hot pink lipgloss on the counter.

" Its lancome . Great for pale skin . " , she stared at me a moment longer .

I was  staring at her in shock , suprised that someone as awesome as her would even look at me , much less help my fashion faux pas .

I thanked her , and started smearing the thick  gloss on my lips .

" And these , for your eyebrows ." , she pulled out a pretty pair of purple ... things .

I guess she saw the look of confusion on my face .

" They're tweezers. To help you not to have bushy eyebrows . "

I turned from her , to my  eyebrows , back to her again .

She abruptly took my face in her hands , " May I ?" , she asked .

I shook my head yes .

She started plucking away .

I grimaced in pain at every pluck . We were there for about five minutes . She then pulled out a few other makeup items , only one i knew was mascara , and began to draw on my face .

" You have great cheekbones" ,  she exclaimed as she put some brown stuff on them . Bronzer , she told me it was called .

After she was finished , she turned me towards the mirror to see the finished look .

I didnt recognize myself . I had really long lashes that seemed like they went on forever . High cheekbones that looked dewy and sharp at the same time . Amazing eyeshadow that defined my eyes , making them stand out . 

"  You look hot . " , she said approvingly.

She then took my hair down from the messy bun i was putting it in all the time , and it cascaded in waves down my back .

" You're hair is so beatiful ! Why dont you ever wear it out crazy !" , she clucked her tongue and shook her banana curls around her head .

With a flip of the hand , my hair looked like i got it professionally done .

I looked amazing . For the first time ever , i felt pretty . I smiled at my reflection , taking it all in.

" Now for the clothes ."  she said , putting her finget on her chin , contemplating. 

She took off her fabulous leather jacket .

" Here ." , she handed it to me to put on .

"  I cant-" , i tried to refuse .

She put her hand up . That was a no .

I shrugged and put the jacket on .

It was an urban contrast to my white lace dress , and nude flats .

" Lets get to class ." She said , as we walked arm and arm down the hallways , all eyes on us .

I tossed my old lipgloss in the trash , never wishing to see it again .

The beginning of a beautiful friendship .