REALITY HIT HARD

"Lacey...could-could you help me with something?" I asked, unsure

she smiled at me "yea sure, why not?"

"it's just that I know that you-me-we just met recently and we're practically strangers...I mean we don't know each other that much and all I know is that you're 17 and cool and great and-" Lacey cut me off by laughing out loud

I gave her a confused look, not really catching what was so funny...I consciously patted my face down, thinking that maybe I'd grown a full mustache in 5 minutes

her laughter died down "Harper, you're rambling...you look so cute when you're nervous" at that, my cheeks warmed up

"anyways...what I was saying was" I changed the subject. she nodded for me to continue and I took a deep breath...here goes nothing

"I want a makeover" I blurted

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Harper Kingsley...she was your average nerd with ugly hair and big glasses...she never cared about appearances before, but what's got her wanting a makeover?

come and listen to Harper tell you the story of how reality hits her hard