First glance
Hey guys! I know it's been forever!! I have was having some serious writers block, for some reason, but I'm back. So I'm going to try to update every week. The song is UpTown Funk.
I sighed as I looked at my reflection. My brown hair was in a messy bun. I wore no makeup, except for my pink shimmery lipgloss. I turned my face side to side. Then I once again gave a sigh of defeat. This was as good, as it was going to get.
Now I bet some of you are wondering why isn't she wearing foundation, and all that crap. The truth is I pretty much hated makeup. I rarely even do lipgloss. Most of the time I go with my eos chapstick.
This was something Jackie absolutely despised about me. As her best friend I was supposed to be.... well pretty much just like her. She tried to cake makeup on my face every chance she got.
Another thing that got on her last nerve was my choice in clothing. She wanted me to wear skirts and dresses all the time. I wasn't a girly girl. I prefer my outfits to be cute and comfortable.
Looking down at my outfit I knew I would get a ear full, as soon as I walked into the school. I was wearing a jean top, blue earrings that said I'm awesome, black leggings, and grey vans. Jackie hated anything that was made of jean material and vans. In her mind to wear vans was a fashion sin. Which was ridiculous!! I mean who doesn't love a good pair of vans?
"Honk!! Honk!!"
I quickly grabbed my black bag from my bed. I ran down my stairs. I went as quickly and as quietly as possible. I just hoped I didn't wake mom up. As I was passing the kitchen I grabbed an apple. After I went out the door I shut it behind me silently.
When I turned around I held back a groan. Jackie drove me to school everyday, but sometimes she would also give her cheerleader barbies a lift. Unfortunately today was one of those days.
I quickly put on a fake smile, and got in the back of the white Infiniti G Convertible. It was going to be a long ride. I put my bag in my lap, not trusting any of these fake blondes. Lets just say last time it was on floor of the car I had to wash it 8 times, and it was an "accident". Yeah that's not going to happen again.
After I was buckled, and Jackie started to head to school. Jennifer turned around in her seat to look at me in the back. Jennifer was short, with green eyes, fake blond hair that definitely needed a touch up, and a fake nose ,"Hey Chole!! Are you putting on your makeup on at school?" I tried not to wince at her voice.
" Nope," I said in a bored voice.
"Your not going to put on foundation?!" Asked Kelly in a scared voice. Kelly looked just like Jennifer, accept she was tall, they were sisters. Kelly was a junior.I was going to kill them both if they weren't careful. Their voices were getting on my last nerve. If only Jackie didn't give them a ride. It's only fifteen more minutes. Breath.... in ... ou...
"Oh my god!!!! This is a makeup emergency!! Did everyone bring their afternoon makeup bag?!" Jennifer exclaimed. Oh no!!! They were going to make me look like a plastic doll!!! Wait... afternoon makeup bag who was more then one?
"I brought all five of mine!!" Kelly shouted. Five?! How much makeup does she put on her face.
"You guys are wasting your time. Chole would rather rip out her hair, then to let you two do her makeup," Jackie said in an annoyed voice.
My eye twitched. I didn't like her tone. What was her problem. I hadn't done anything. I had been a good friend. In fact I even agreed to her stupid plan on Saturday night.
Rolling my eyes I took out my phone. I quickly put in my headphones, before anyone decided to talk to me. I scrolled through my music, until I found a song I wanted to listen to.
Uptown Funk by. Mark Robson and Bruno Mars (play video here)
This hit
That ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer
That white gold
This one, for them hood girls
Them good girls
Straight masterpieces
Stylin', while in
Livin' it up in the city
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent
Got kiss myself I'm so pretty
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Called a police and a fireman
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Am I bad 'bout that money
Break it down
Girls hit your hallelujah (whuoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whuoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whuoo)
'Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you
'Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you
'Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch (come on)
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh!
I closed my eyes, blocking what was happening around me. I sang along to the song in my head. I could feel myself smile I finally had some peace. No more annoying girls, no more worrying about money, food, and how I can help my mom.
My sweet haven didn't last long. Just when I stopped all my worrying we got to school. I opened my eyes just as the song ended.
I hopped out of the car. Jackie and her copies got out of the car leaving me behind. As Jackie left her leather skirt swayed. I didn't understand how she could walk so fast in heels.
I rolled my eyes at them as they walked away. I couldn't help but feel like I was just a convenience to Jackie, when she needed something. No that wasn't true. We had been friends forever, she wouldn't treat me like that right?
"Ring. Ring"
The bell rang. I shook my head and headed to class. I didn't want to be late. One thing keep bugging me though, if we were friends why did she only come to me when she needed something?
It was then I fell. I hit the ground. I put my hand to my head. It didn't feel bruised.
I opened my eyes. There in front of me were two piercing green eyes. It was then I realized the situation. I had bumped into a guy. He had his arms besides my head. His legs were on ether side of mine.
It was then I realized who was above me. It was Adien. Adien Matthews, and he was staring right back at me.
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