Second choice. Second choice. Second choice.

Those two words kept on going through my brain as I sat by the toilet seat. The tears were coming down my face now.

'BLAIRE!' I heard my mother shout.

I quickly flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth. I checked my self in the mirror, scrutinising every detail. I could count at least 50 things wrong with me already.

I quickly straightened my self out and hurried down stairs. I could see my mother watching my every movement checking for faults as I walked up to her. I smiled once I saw Serena standing next to her.

'S!' I exclaimed hugging her.

'B' She said whilst hugging me back.

'Blaire! What have you done to your hair!' My mother wailed.

'Excuse me?' I questioned.

'Your ends! They're so dry, you need to put product on the ends, and that outfit, it's so last season!' She said.

'Serena you must tell Blaire where you buy your products, because your hair is amazing. Also you must take Blaire shopping because you always seem to be dressed in clothes from this season and they look fantastic' She said whilst admiring Serena. Her eyes were full of love, the look quickly vanished when she turned to look at me.

'Come on. I'll take you for dinner, we must celebrate Serena being here!' She said smiling towards Serena.

Serena turned sheepishly towards me.

'B, I'm sorry. She loves..'

'Don't S.' I said as I grabbed her hand and followed my mother out.