Butterfly

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Tonight is not just any night. It's Springsival. A weird name? Well, this tradition only takes place in the Harper and Schleyer household. Every April, we celebrate the end of the season with a small family dinner.

Every year, I invite Josh, but he keeps saying that he has a dentist appointment on that exact day. I never push it for why should I ruin someone's schedule for their teeth? So, this year, Ethan would be my guest. I'm sure he would love to join us.

Courtney is assisting Mrs. Schleyer in preparing the meal. On tonight's menu is mushroom and cheese soup. For our main course is a delightful favorite, spaghetti and meatballs. For our dessert, Dad brought a deluxe cherry blossom ice cream. Our foods aren't really fancy, but we mostly care about our outfits as every 365 days pass.

I decided to surprise everyone tonight with an above the knee length pastel yellow dress decorated with small sunflowers. I also wore some brown sandals, and popped in a matching headband. When I stared at myself in the mirror, I realized I look like the sun up in the sky.

Well, my makeup isn't all bad. In fact, my outfit's giving me Clueless vibes... kind of, anyways. My step-sister already revealed her clothes for tonight: a white strapless dress and heels, along with some matching jewelry. She also put in a large daisy carved hairclip that supports her updo, and finishes the look.

Up to this day, I'm still confused why we keep up with Springsival. It's so... rare, an occassion you'd never see written on the calendar any day. Although I have to be honest. I'm quite happy with it, since it gives me something to look forward to during April.

Right now, Courtney is in my bedroom, borrowing some mascara since she already finished the one she bought almost a week ago. She's surprised with my outfit when she saw it.

"It's alluring," She commented, pleased that I got some fashion sense inside me after all, "But I want you to ditch the glasses, girl," She advised, putting down my makeup that makes my eyelashes pop.

Rolling my eyes, I reminded her again, "For the millionth time, I can't see without them. I'm basically blind as a bat when I'm not wearing my glasses," I grumbled. But she does have a point though. When I look in my floor-length mirror, I see a tree stump.

My sister walked up to me and took off my glasses, "You're glamarous," She said, puckering her lips. Who is she trying to be? Evie from Descendants?! Gosh, everything seems to be different without my 207 eye-level grade. The only time I take them off is when I sleep, or shower.

I tried to adjust to my environment, "Well, I do look slightly better now," My eyes darted on my family photo, "Damn, I can't even see my face in the picture," I frowned, narrowing my eyes, as I tried to focus.

"Looks are everything, dear!" She sang. She looks like her father. Instead of Mr. Schleyer's grey hair, it's replaced with a platinum blonde one. She also has his sparkling eyes.

That's when I waved the subject off my shoulder, "So who's your special guest tonight?" every Springsival, we could invite one guest. Dad's pick was Auntie Pat, Mrs. Schleyer's choosing was Katy, a co-worker of hers at the hospital. And mine's Ethan Hemmings.

Courtney spinned in her seat, before stopping to face me. It was no surprise when I heard who she invited for tonight, "Jason. We'd probably do it again later after dinner."

My nose scrunched up, as my face wrinkled into a disturbed look, "Gross, are you serious?!" I pouted, watching her take one of my lipgloss and slathering on a thick layer. Yeah, she's paying for that.

"Hey, I shaved-" She reasoned, but I interrupted her quickly as soon as possible.

My forehead crinkles, "Just stop, I don't want to know the details," She just smirked, then turned back to her cake face, "Oh my gosh, is that a zit?!"