One Girl

Chapter Five

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I reached across the couch and quickly turned off the T.V and rested my head back on a pillow. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, turning it back on. I groaned in frustration as I saw all the new notifications from twitter and facebook. I didn't bother to look at them more closely, I just went to my settings and made sure to only get notified by the people I was following.

I put my phone down and just as I did that, it immediatley lit up again. I am seriously considering throwing my phone against the wall.

I had got a text from Rumour. Hey me you and Dill are going out tonight, no excuses, Dill's gonna be with her new boy toy so I need someone to hang with. be ready by 8.

I looked at the clock on my phone, 4:00. I sent a quick text back saying I would be ready to go at eight.

I got up and trudged to my bedroom closet. Debating on if I should wear pants or a dress considering my slightly beat up legs. Stupid overly excited girls at concerts.

I plucked a simple black one shoulder dress off the hanger and appropriate underwear out of my dresser and padded to the bathroom.

I took a long, much needed shower. Feeling the sting as it washed over my legs. I scrubbed the shampoo through my hair, un-tangeling the knots that had formed. I went over the mental shopping list in my head of what I needed to get for the road-trip. We were all supposed to go shopping and then be leaving sometime this week.

We were going to take Rumours red convertible that she got for her sixteenth birthday, and travel to the most exciting places. We all wanted to go to Las Vegas, L.A, New York. All the typical tourist destinations.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my towel around me. I went to the cabinet and took some Neosporin out. I sat on the edge of the tub and propped my legs up and applied it to my now healing legs. They didn't look to bad today, not a lot of damage.

I slipped on my underwear, and clipped my bra. I put my dress on, slowly zipping it up in the back. I looked at my reflection. The dress fit well, but my hair and face were a total mess.

I took a brush through my hair and un-tangeled the mess. I was just going to let it air dry, so I could straighten it later.

I pulled out my makeup and layed it out on the counter. My face had to look good to distract from my horrid looking legs. I applied a light coat of concealer and cover up on the bags under my eyes. Stupid late night escapades with stupid famous boy band members. I put black eyeliner on my eyes, and smudged the makeup so I had a slight smokey eye. The black brought out my blue eyes, Dillan always told me they would turn grey when I was mad.

I grabbed my mascara and swiped it on my already long eyelashes, defining my eyes even more. I took my grey and black eye shadow palette, and created a smokey eye. I took my chap-stick and put it on, not applying anything else. I cleared away my counter.

I blow dried the rest of my hair that hadn't dried. I padded to my kitchen and pulled out some cut up fruit, and sat at my small island and ate the big bowl of fruit salad. I finished and rinsed the dishes, I looked up at the clock, it read 7:30. I rushed to the bathroom and turned on my straightener, and ran to my bedroom picking up my heels and slipping them on.

I picked up my straightener, and starting pulling it through my hair. Twenty minutes later, I was done. I ran my hand through my hair, completely satisfied.

The intercom by the door rang out, signaling that someone was here. I ran over the best I could in my heels.

"Rumour?" I asked into the intercom.