The Third Sugg

Chapter Eleven

After a painful week of avoiding Tilly, big crowds and questions about why I left midday on Tuesday, Saturday finally arrives as well as the nervousness about meeting new people.

You could say that I'm not quite a party type of person. Or really a social person, to be honest. I much prefer my Internet world to the world of war and problems we live in.

At around ten-ish Zoe runs in my room. "Zoe it's too early.." I moan, snuggling into my warm floral duvet.

"No come on! We're going shopping to find you something to wear to the party tonight!"

She flings open my wardrobe door. "See! You don't have any party clothes!" she says, trying to persuade me into traipsing around town with her.

"Ugh.fine." I say, just to make her shut up.

"Be ready in twenty minutes!" Zoe says, shutting my wardrobe door and then my bedroom door.

"Yeah whatever." I mumble, only to crawl deeper beneath the warm duvet cocoon. I feel myself drifting off to sleep.

I am awoken with a loud knock at my door.

"Charity are you ready to leave now?"

Oh crap. Shopping.

I quickly stand up, causing me to feel dizzy and find some random clothes that I'm not sure even go together and smear some make-up on.

"Coming!" I shout, slipping on some maroon converse and running out of my bedroom to be greeted by Zoe who looks stunning as usual. 

I sigh. "What's up?" Zoe asks.

Wow, my sister knows me well.

"It's just..how do you always like, look that good and I always look crap? It's so unfair." I say, immediately regretting it as I hear how pathetic it sounds out loud.

Zoe looks at me. "That is not true. You are so pretty but I guess that guys are put off by the fact you're so shy?" She says sweetly, even though I think that we both know this is a lie.

Now I think about it..I've never had a boyfriend ever, unlike my other friends.

"Come on, let's go."

Once Zoe manages to park the car and we are on the high street I realise that I've completely forgotten my card and even if I find something that manages to make me like acceptable I'm not going to be able to buy it.

"I forgot my wallet so I won't buy anything, I'll just come along with you." I say.

"No, I'll pay for your stuff. You know, like a sisterly present."

We first walk into Topshop where I buy a lip sheen in shade 'Chuck' and a baggy maroon top and a skater skirt.

I next buy about fifty million lush bath bombs and a face mask, a MAC lipstick in shade 'please me' and some Real Techniques makeup brushes.

When we get back, Zoe insists that I have a bath and she shampoos and conditions my crazy blonde curly hair.

Next she blow dries it and applies my make-up, putting on my new lip sheen and clapping her hands saying I look 'amazing'.

I peer into the mirror and for once I actually agree with Zoe.

Somehow she's managed to make me look okay, and kept my make-up quite natural looking so I don't look like a clown.