Invisible me

Chapter Two

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   Jordan hasn’t picked up my calls or replied to my texts. I haven’t seen him at school except for once when we passed each other in the hall. He’s avoiding me and it’s been really hard on Megan because she can’t be by both of our sides. I can’t take it. I just need to tell him that I didn’t mean what I said.

   It’s Friday so I have to go on the date with Eliot today. It’s weird, I’ve wanted to go on a date with Eliot since first grade and now I am and I’m not that excited, actually I’m dreading it. Whether it’s the fact that I lied to him about who I was or that I have gained new feelings for Jordan, I don’t know. But what I do know is that it’s a Friday afternoon and I have to start getting ready for my date. I won’t be able to do this alone so I call Meg for backup.

   She arrives in at least five minutes, that’s the good thing about living so close to your best friend.

   “Still no luck with Jordan?” she asks kindly. I shake my head and she follows me to my room.

   “Have you spoken to him for me?” I ask, desperately.

   “I did. But he doesn’t want to hear it. I’m sorry, hon.” She gives me a comforting hug. “So…LET’S GET THIS MAKEOVER STARTED!” she shouts brightening the mood. I laugh at her perkiness.

   I don’t resist the appliances she uses anymore because ever since Monday, my first makeover, she has been making sure that I keep up the good work.

   She pushes me onto my desk chair and examines me.

   “Not bad, not bad…” she says in a fake accent.

   “Are you going to curl my hair today?”

   “No, today I am going to straighten your hair!” Megan looks at me with her big brown eyes.

   “Bu-but I like curls!” I say as though my favourite dog just died.

   “Who’s the stylist in this room?” she asks, smirking.

   “Me?” I joke.

   She laughs then says, “No.” seriously.

   From her bag she pulls out, what I presume to be a hair straightener. She takes forever to straighten my knotty hair and when she’s done she slides a black head band on my head.

   “Gorgeous!” she announces at the top of her lungs.

   “What’s next?” I ask, impatiently.

   She places her hand into her bag and after a few seconds of searching she pulls out a makeup kit.

   “Makeup time!”

   Damn, I think but throw on a fake smile. She sees right through it and gives me a knowing look.

   First she applies foundation and some blush. She claims that these will bring my face ‘to life’.

   “I don’t want to look like a barbie doll.” I warn.

   “Don’t worry I’m giving you the natural look.”