New story:) I'll be updating my old ones throughout the week. Hope you enjoy!
There was more than just an ice blue color in Clare Edward's eyes, there was also an evil glare. She eyed her tormentor until she knew he could feel her gaze upon his back. His pink lips turned up into a sly smirk. You see, Eli knew he was an asshole to the young girl, but that was half the fun. They had known each other since grade 3 when Elijah Goldsworthy moved in across the street. From the second they laid eyes on each other a hate was formed. Clare was a goody goody, with long, curly, sandy brown hair, the kind of glasses only nerds had, and she wore a catholic school uniform every day. Now in grade 9 Clare had devoted her life to her studies. No matter what school came first, and nothing was going to change that. Elijah however was the exact opposite. He was what one nowadays would call Goth. He dressed in black from head to toe, and he even drove a hearse, but contrary to his attire he was a straight "A" student.
The true torture for Clare began in grade 7, even though Eli's hate if her had started much earlier than that. He took pleasure in watching her cry. Every time he would shove her in the hallway or knock the books out of her hands he felt powerful, but this year Clare was determined to not be the victim.
"Clare Diane Edwards get your ass over here right now" screamed her best friend Ali.
"Don't get your panties in a twist I'm coming" Clare replied.
"I think it's time for a change. Ditch that nerdy schoolgirl outfit for once Clare-Bear." Clare cringed at the nickname her friend had given her.
"But this is what I'm comfortable in Ali. I don't care what people think of me, plus I go to school to learn" She patted down the plaid skirt, and looked at Ali Bhandari with a vicious glare. To most it was surprising that the two even acknowledged each other. Ali was outspoken, bubbly, and dressed a little bit on the revealing side, yet somehow the two girls instantly clicked.
"What about Eli? Don't you want him to stop picking on you? A makeover is just what you need, and there's no better girl to help you than me." Her dark eyes pleaded for Clare to let her change her look. She crossed her tanned arms over each other and gave Clare the best puppy dog eyes she could muster up.
"Fine. For one day only though. "
"AHHHHH YAY CLARE THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!"
"Was it really necessary for you to scream?" Questioned Clare.
"Why yes it was. Now, sit your butt down, and let me work my magic."
After what seemed like a year Ali squealed and turned Clare towards the mirror. A shocked expression adorned Clare's face. Her once long hair was cut to about her chin and was expertly curled, and Ali had dyed it to more of a light auburn color, which she had to admit looked really pretty. Her baby blue eyes were lined with black eyeliner, and some silver eye shadow, but other than that she didn't wear much makeup.
"Ali, I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you, I actually look..."
"Gorgeous, yes I know, but I'm not done," Ali said cutting her off. "Try this on." Ali held up a blue strapless dress and jean jacket.
"A strapless dress? I don't know."
"Hush up, and go put it on." Clare obediently grabbed the clothes and went into the washroom. When she walked back out Ali's jaw dropped.
"Oh. My. God. You might even look hotter than me, and that is hard to accomplish," Ali stated.
"It is really cute. But still, one day only. I'll wear it to school tomorrow and that's it."
"Yes ma'am," said Ali giving Clare a salute while heading out the door. "I'll see you at school tomorrow Clare, and don't worry everyone will love the new you."
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say. Goodnight Ali," Clare screamed as Ali walked down the street back to her house.
"Tomorrow's going to be a long day."