Layla pulled me in her house by my arm.
"What the hell are you going to do to me?!" I shouted, digging my heels into the pavement.
"Stuff that gonna make ya better!" She replied.
I could tell that she was smiling. I gonna die. She kicked the door open and flung me onto the couch. I scrambled to my feet, my hair flying in different directions. I held a pillow in my right hand and death stared at Layla.
"Why?!" I chucked the pillow at her. "In the hell, would you do that?!"
She caught the pillow with one hand. "Look, I can see from here that you don't have your ears pierced-"
"Whaaaa.... What?" I covered my ears. "Why would you-"
"Guys love girls with pierced ears. Trust me." She set the pillow down. "And to give you better clothes."
"What's wrong with my clothes?" I covered myself with my arms.
"Honey, nothing is wrong with your clothes." She pulled out a box from under the couch. "Just to give you better ones."
She walked to the table and opened the box. Tons of weird tools sat there. I slowly walked to the table. She pulled out one tool.
"Ummm... Whatcha doin'?" I asked.
"Getting ready for your ear piercing." She waved the tool at me. "It's free this way."
"I'm not gonna get effected?"
"Nope."
I finally breathed. She walked over to me.
"Tell me about Cobra." She pulled my hair back. "It will take your mind off the pain."
"Well, he hot, funny, muscular..." I dazed off.
"Hold this to your left ear." She handed me a cotton ball.
Wow! I didn't feel a thing! I pressed the cotton ball to my ear.
"Now tell me about Nami."
"Well, she's fun to be around, energetic, like she's my kid..." I frowned.
"Well, your done." She slammed the box shut and gave my another cotton ball. "The bleeding will stop in 5 minutes."
5 minutes later......
"Okay, now it's time for the rest of your birthday present." Layla grabbed my arm. "Come on!"
She pulled me into her room. Black and white checkered carpet and black and white striped walls made me dizzy. I sat down on her pink bed. She pulled out a bag for her closet. On the side showed a half naked guy and Aeropostale in black letters. That's probably where she got my "other present".
"Here." She pushed the bag towards me.
I dug through the bag and pulled out some clothes. A half neon yellow t-shirt, ripped ass shorts, and these weird black high heels. The high heel went up to the middle of my shin, like straps.
"Much better than the other stuff you gave me." I nodded my head.
"Even though your wearing it." Layla mumbled.
I glared at her and pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and pulled off my ass shorts. I pulled on my new clothes. I covered my midsection. It felt weird to have nothing covering there. I strapped my shoes.
"Now, come on." Layla pulled me into the bathroom. "The rest."
She handed me 2 pairs earrings. Just tiny sliver hoops and wing earrings. I put the wing earring on. My ears felt heavy, but I got used to it.
"Now, sit." She plopped me on the toilet. "I'm gonna put makeup on you."
She dug out massacre, ruby red lipstick, eye liner, and sparkly purple eye shadow. I sat there for 2 hours while she put the make up on.
"Okay, done!" She set down the eye shadow and grabbed a mirror.
She handed it to me. I was shocked.
END OF CHAPTER 21
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Storm
AcciónBeing orphaned at 11 isn't that bad. I mean, your mother dying at home, right in front of your eyes and your dad leaving you to go on a "supposed" hunting trip and never coming back. Yeah, that doesn't faze me at all. Also, being scarred at 10, naw...
