Shop-fest, make-over, party time!
So tell me again...how did I end up going shopping with the 'it" girls?? And why did my heartbeat so fast when Sam came up to me?? -well the chapter was too long to fit in "one article" so I'm splitting it in 2 parts-please review and just to tell you, the full story is going to be 10 chapters-I've already written five :) enjoy!
A/N: HURRAH! Another fully edited chapter!!! I'm going slowly but surely, but still, if you find any typos, alert me! I think this was one of the biggest "need-for-editing" chapters...if you've read any of this before, you would know there are some big changes!
As for chapters 3, 4, 5 and 6 if you read on please tell me if there are particular weird mistakes or if the plot needs to be tweaked.
"No way, you're kidding!" Rhiannon said in disbelief.
"Yes way. He was like I love you, I want us to be together forever, and I don't want this to happen!" Elle said.
I was the one in total disbelief. So this was what these girls talked about in their free time??
"IJUST FOUND THE CUTEST OUTIFT!" Elle screamed, interrupting her own conversation. I sighed while Rhiannon, Sara and Katie screamed along with her.
"You guys, I think this is the perfect outfit for Kellie!!" She squealed.
She appeared with a pair of ridiculous bum shorts and a white t-shirt that had a picture of a warning sign and the slogan, "Take caution. This bitch knows exactly what she's doing."
Rhiannon beamed at me and she said, "Try it on!"
I obeyed, and in doing so, I winced as the fabric stretched over my body a tad too tightly, and I was about to take it off straight away when Elle called, "Are you done yet? We want to see!"
I sighed and I stepped out.
Silence entered the room heavily like an executioner announcing someone's death.
I bit down on my lip and I waited for the verdict. My palms grew hot and sweaty as all four of them stared at me.
Sara was the first person to break the quiet.
"You have to get it!" She said excitedly.
Elle corrected," I have to get it for her."
The others nodded in agreement.
I started to protest but she pushed me back into the cubicle.
"Get your clothes back on and hand the outfit to me." Elle ordered.
I did exactly as told, and then Rhiannon even managed to persuade me to buy two more pairs of classic 'bitch-wear.'
Oddly enough, she seemed to think it suited me.
Following that, we headed to the salon for major hair improvement.
When I sat down, the man who was to do my hair smacked his lips and said, "Oh, for the love of Prada!"
Immediately, "gay guy" alert flashed through my mind.
He exclaimed, "I don't mind if you say no, but I honestly think you should get some scarlet highlights in your fabulous hair!"
I smiled and in reply I said wryly, "Well, I'm not so sure if I want to do that..."
"Oh, but you do!" He cut in.
"So much for 'I don't mind if you say no..." The thought flickered.
"Uh..." I didn't know how to reply.
"Kellie, you ought to try something new, be a daredevil for once!" Elle persisted.
My insides churned as I pictured mum screaming at the top of her lungs when she saw me, but then I also remembered my vow of "having fun and taking risks," therefore, I succumbed to the second feeling.
I shrugged as I replied, "Sure."
He let out a cry of happiness and thanked me.
"By the way, I'm Hal, what can I call you?" He asked as he started working on my hair.
"Kellie."
Hal murmured my name under his breath and started humming as he continued doing whatever he had been to my hair with his skilled fingers.
***
"OH MY GA-D!" Hal cried loudly.
"What? Does it look that bad??" Panic consumed my voice.
He spun my chair round so I was facing the mirror.
I looked up, crossing my fingers.
Oh. My. GOSH!
My world was momentarily spun off axis as I stared at the mirror in total shock.
Hal had been right...my hair made me look like some kind of model hot off the front cover of a magazine!
My hair fell in voluptuous waves beneath my shoulder and the red highlights actually emphasized character upon my normally dull hair.
I stood up and walked a few paces as instructed by Hal, and a wondrous feeling filled me to the brim as I felt and saw my hair bounce up and down; perfectly matching to my step. I turned to Rhiannon, Katie, Elle and Sara with an enormous, joyous all-teeth smile.
***
As for chapters 3, 4, 5 and 6 if you read on please tell me if there are particular weird mistakes or if the plot needs to be tweaked.
"No way, you're kidding!" Rhiannon said in disbelief.
"Yes way. He was like I love you, I want us to be together forever, and I don't want this to happen!" Elle said.
I was the one in total disbelief. So this was what these girls talked about in their free time??
"IJUST FOUND THE CUTEST OUTIFT!" Elle screamed, interrupting her own conversation. I sighed while Rhiannon, Sara and Katie screamed along with her.
"You guys, I think this is the perfect outfit for Kellie!!" She squealed.
She appeared with a pair of ridiculous bum shorts and a white t-shirt that had a picture of a warning sign and the slogan, "Take caution. This bitch knows exactly what she's doing."
Rhiannon beamed at me and she said, "Try it on!"
I obeyed, and in doing so, I winced as the fabric stretched over my body a tad too tightly, and I was about to take it off straight away when Elle called, "Are you done yet? We want to see!"
I sighed and I stepped out.
Silence entered the room heavily like an executioner announcing someone's death.
I bit down on my lip and I waited for the verdict. My palms grew hot and sweaty as all four of them stared at me.
Sara was the first person to break the quiet.
"You have to get it!" She said excitedly.
Elle corrected," I have to get it for her."
The others nodded in agreement.
I started to protest but she pushed me back into the cubicle.
"Get your clothes back on and hand the outfit to me." Elle ordered.
I did exactly as told, and then Rhiannon even managed to persuade me to buy two more pairs of classic 'bitch-wear.'
Oddly enough, she seemed to think it suited me.
Following that, we headed to the salon for major hair improvement.
When I sat down, the man who was to do my hair smacked his lips and said, "Oh, for the love of Prada!"
Immediately, "gay guy" alert flashed through my mind.
He exclaimed, "I don't mind if you say no, but I honestly think you should get some scarlet highlights in your fabulous hair!"
I smiled and in reply I said wryly, "Well, I'm not so sure if I want to do that..."
"Oh, but you do!" He cut in.
"So much for 'I don't mind if you say no..." The thought flickered.
"Uh..." I didn't know how to reply.
"Kellie, you ought to try something new, be a daredevil for once!" Elle persisted.
My insides churned as I pictured mum screaming at the top of her lungs when she saw me, but then I also remembered my vow of "having fun and taking risks," therefore, I succumbed to the second feeling.
I shrugged as I replied, "Sure."
He let out a cry of happiness and thanked me.
"By the way, I'm Hal, what can I call you?" He asked as he started working on my hair.
"Kellie."
Hal murmured my name under his breath and started humming as he continued doing whatever he had been to my hair with his skilled fingers.
***
"OH MY GA-D!" Hal cried loudly.
"What? Does it look that bad??" Panic consumed my voice.
He spun my chair round so I was facing the mirror.
I looked up, crossing my fingers.
Oh. My. GOSH!
My world was momentarily spun off axis as I stared at the mirror in total shock.
Hal had been right...my hair made me look like some kind of model hot off the front cover of a magazine!
My hair fell in voluptuous waves beneath my shoulder and the red highlights actually emphasized character upon my normally dull hair.
I stood up and walked a few paces as instructed by Hal, and a wondrous feeling filled me to the brim as I felt and saw my hair bounce up and down; perfectly matching to my step. I turned to Rhiannon, Katie, Elle and Sara with an enormous, joyous all-teeth smile.
***
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