The Makeover

10 | Off To A New Start... Or Not?

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Chapter 10 | Off To A New Start...Or Not?

When my alarm sounded on Monday morning, I was exhausted, barely getting any sleep the night before. I spent all of the allotted hours tossing and turning, many times on the right verge of slumber but never ever really finally obtaining it.

Excitement and explicit anticipation were coursing through my veins and on the other hand, my heart was racing from anxiety and worry.

Showering that I initially assumed would calm my nerves only did a good job in making the steamy pressurized drops of water hit my skin harshly, just heightening my hesistance. As expected, I had a whole lot of things running through my mind.

What if this makeover is just a waste of time and everyone decides to begin to loathe me the more, for trying too hard? Or what if whole makeover fiasco is just a plan between the populars to humiliate me? It can't be. It's all in my head. It's fine, I'm fine. I won't back out now!

Sighing in determination, I roved to my now fancy clancy wardrobe, thanks to Haze. The whole sight looked out so very of place.

I mean, tons and tons and swipes of expensive, shinny, glittering clothes and accessories that looked like they should be in a large walk-in-closet that screams 'I can pay your bills for the rest of your life', trying as much as possible to fit into my mid-sized mahogany wardrobe.

I snorted and scanned the lot for something that befits the first day of my change, something that would make a statement. Then suddenly, it sparked. I quickly reached for the low cut spaghetti strapped tiger print dress that made jaws drop on at Megan's place and it's matching shoes and choker.

All I want is for them to see me for who I am and now, they certainly will. I'm tired and bored of the everyday cycle of going to that hell of a school, getting talked down and mocked, then coming back home to bury myself in books. I have to break it!

Glancing at my alarm clock, I realized that I have to hurry now before Zeke starts threatening like he always does. I pried off the small towel wrapped around my hair, making the curls fall back and sprawl on my shoulders, then took a seat in front of the mirror that I used to think I didn't need. Who knew it'd come in handy!

Infact, It needed light bulbs.

Thankfully, I was able to maintain the curls that Megs intially made for me and so, all I had to do was brush it out and apply the curl activator gel she gave to me, all while trying not to mess up my manicured nails. All this stuff felt really strange to me.

Some minutes later, I was applying finishing touches to my light makeup and coating another layer of mascara. I guess I know who makeup is now and we get along very well.

When I was done, I couldn't quite recognize myself. Last week Monday, Zara would still be asleep, knowing all she had to do was brush her teeth and throw a shirt and jeans on after packing her messy hair into a ponytail. The new me felt like a breath of fresh air.

I twirled in front of the mirror like I had done on Saturday and thankfully, the dress had not lost it's touch overnight. It still looked sexy on me. Oh my Goodness ! Prudish Zara wouldn't call her self sexy!

But that girl is gone!  My rarely supportive subconscious reminded me and I took it from her.

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As I descended down the stairs that lead to the living room where I knew the rest of my family would be, all the exuberance from before was gone with no trace and I was few seconds from melting into the puddle I always was.