AN: Hey thank you so much for reading chapter 1 of Dean's Daughter. Hopefully over time the chapters will get longer and my writing will get better. Feel free to give me any writing corrections or ways to make my story better. Thank you so much. Ily.
I was looking at myself in the mirror of a dressing room. The dress my mother told me to try on was to big on me, that wasn't much of a shock I'm so skinny barely anything fits on me right. I don't starve myself or anything I'm just naturally stick thin and no matter how much I eat I never put on any weight. My friends always tell me that I'm so lucky to be this skinny and that I should be happy that I could eat anything I want without gaining body mass. But I have no figure at all, unlike my curvy, gorgeous friends.
I know my mom will want to see me in this god awful pink dress that has way to many rhinestones so I slowly open the door that my mother is standing behind. One of my hands is holding the door open and the other is holding the dress up so I don't flash everybody. I take a step forward before looking at my mom she looks at me and gasps, I think I see tears in her eyes but I can't be sure.
"I love it, I love it so much you look so pretty! I mean we will have to get it altered so its your size, but I think this is the one." She is practically squealing in the middle of the busy, overpriced store. She motions me to turn around so she can see the back so I do a quick 360.
How the hell am I suppose to tell her that I hate this dress more than any of the other dresses I've tried on today. God who would think prom dress shopping could be so difficult.
"Mom, I-" I'm cut off by the annoying sales woman who has been handing me dresses all day.
"Wow, isn't that dress just beautiful on her?" The lady says to my mother with the most fake smile I have ever seen. She doesn't give her any time to respond before she says "I just love that color on her."
"Actually I'm not to sure about the color. I'm not really a fan of pink. Does the dress come in any other colors?" I might hate this dress but at this point I'm so done with shopping I will take anything that isn't pink.
"Funny you should ask, we just got a new shipment of dresses in this same style today. Would you be interested in Royal blue or black?" The woman says in a soft voice. I look over to my mother who already knows what my answer is going to be. She just shrugs her shoulders so I look back to the sales woman and say that black would be perfect.
We buy the overly priced black dress and get into our car. I smile because I know I wont have to put on another dress for a while. I can wear what I like to wear, jeans and band shirts. I have never been much of a girly girl, I never imagined my wedding, played with dolls or liked to play dress up unlike just about every girl I go to school with. I've always rather be reading in my bedroom. Or watching a horror movie on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn.
When my mom and I get to our house I run up to stairs to my tiny bedroom. Even though it's small I love it, the dark red walls that have almost entirely been covered by posters of my favorite bands and televisions shows and pictures of me with my friends. The pain grey comforter that lays over my bed and the small desk that holds my out dated but much loved laptop. I leaped onto my bed and rolled around so I was laying on my back. I took my phone out of my pocket and put on the song hallelujah by Panic! at the Disco. I turned up the volume all the way and curled up in a blanket.