Chapter 2
"Bella! Wake up!" Lacey shakes me, but I just roll over closer to the wall. "Come on! Wake up!" Lacey shouts. I groan and throw the covers over my head. I was never a morning person.
Lacey sighs. "Come on! It's a big day!" What surprised me is how cheerful Lacey sounded. That was rare. I took the quilt off my head and looked up at her. "What are you talking about? It's Saturday! A.K.A relaxation day!" I say. I throw the covers back over my head but Lacey yanks them off.
I sigh and sit up. I raise an eyebrow at her. "Would you care to explain to me why you woke me up from my beauty sleep?" I ask jokingly. She smiles at me. "Well the sleep didn't do anything. Your hairs a mess and you have dried drool on your face. But that's why need to make you look fabulous!" She gives Jazz hands. I laugh.
I was surprised at Lacey's sudden enthusiasm. But also confused as to why she wanted to make me look "Fabulous".
"And why exactly do I need to look Fabulous?" I question. She looks at me with confusion. "Oh come on! What do you possible think could have me in such a good mood?!" She asked, smiling at my confusion.
I had no idea.
"Um…uh…" I say, clueless. Lacey rolls her eyes. Instead of saying anything, she just holds out two envelopes and smiles from ear to ear. I look at them and realization hits me. The Selection.
That's why Lacey was so excited. Lacey has always been excited for The Selection. I suppose it gives her hope, but it just gives me doubt. I mean out of all the girls entering in Hudson, my chances of getting in were low. Not to mention all the girls in the country. Besides, even if I wanted to enter, I wasn't princess material. Lacey on the other hand, was born to be a princess. She may not always be happy or gleeful, but she is kind and loyal and thoughtful. Everything a princess should be. She also has the looks of a princess too. She has dark curly hair and blue eyes and can just glance at a boy and make him fall in love with her. She was perfect for the Selection.
Her chances of making it in were way higher than mine.
"Oh yeah, the Selection!" I try and sound as enthusiastic as possible. Lacey was in a good mood and was looking forward to us signing up together. I wasn't going to lower her spirits by not signing up.
Besides, it's not like I'm going to get in, so entering wouldn't make a difference.
Lacey grins and hands me a form and a pen. I sit down on the floor and begin to fill out the stupid form. I try to be as brief as possible, but Lacey takes her time, her neat handwriting filling the lines. I write as quickly as I can, desperate to get done with it. When I get done, I sigh in relief and set the form on the desk.
A half an hour passes and Lacey is still filling out her form. It seems like hours pass, and finally Lacey is done. She puts it on the desk and looks at me. A huge smile comes to her face. "Time to get ready!" She squeals.
The other girls here at the Orphanage were probably busy getting ready, too. The bathroom was probably total chaos. And I was right. When we walked down the hall and to the bathroom, girls were running in and out of it, makeup, brushes, and a million other beauty products in their hands. Girls crowded the bathroom as they tried to get ready.
Lacey sighed. "Let's just get ready in our room."
I groaned. I thought the overly crowded bathroom could be an accuse to just not get ready and go back to bed. I was wrong.
I followed Lacey back into our room. She pulled out a chair from the desk and gestures to me to sit down. When I did, Lacey studied my face, like she was trying to decide what she was going to do with it.
When she decided, she nodded and walked over to her dresser. She got out a pouch, probably containing makeup, and walked back to me.
I would have pulled out my own makeup, but I don't have any. I don't like makeup, and whenever do try to put some on, I end up looking like a clown.
But Lacey is amazing with makeup. It's like she has a gift. I honestly think she would make an amazing makeup artist.
Lacey sets down the pouch and pulls some things out. She picks up a brush thingy and dabs a yellowish-white looking liquid to it. She then rubs it on my face.
I tap my foot impatiently as she applies what seems like a million other products to my face. Finally, when she's done, she holds up a hand held mirror to my face and I gasp in surprise.
I look amazing. My face looks smoother and there's color on my cheeks. My lips have a pink colored lipstick on them and on my eyes I have a light pink eyeshadow, along with eyeliner. (Sorry if I didn't describe her makeup very well, I'm clueless when it comes to makeup ^_^)
"Thank you so much! I love it!" I reach over and hug her. She grins. "I told you I would make you look fabulous!" She says and gives Jazz hands. I laugh and she hands me a brush.
"It's time to make your face look as good as your hair. Except you have to do it yourself while I do my makeup, so please don't mess it up." I roll my eyes at that and reply. "I'll try."
While Lacey does her makeup, I brush through my tangled dirty blonde hair. When I'm done, I put it in a side braid.
When Lacey finishes her makeup, she walks over to me and inspects my hair.
"Wow. Your hair looks good. That's surprising." She jokes. I laugh. "Let's get dressed so we can leave. I want to get back home as soon as possible so I can go back to bed." Lacey nods.
I walk over to my dresser and pick out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. When I'm done getting dressed, I look over and see Lacey in a floral dress and cardigan with white flats. She looks at me from the other side of the room, a confused look on her face. "You're not going to wear a dress?" She asks. I shake my head. "Nope. Besides, I don't even think I have dresses." I state.
I've never liked dresses. Pants are way more comfortable.
Lucy nodded and said, "Alright, let's go."
Before we started walking to the office, we checked in with Miss Daysha, the orphanage owner. Saturday was usually always our free day and we didn't have to do any work or have to worry about school work. We were allowed to go places, but we had to tell her before we did.
We walked through the hall and walked into Miss. Daysha's "office. Or at least that's what she called it, but it really was just a tiny room with an old wooden desk in the middle of it and it usually had papers shattered on it.
"Hey, Miss Daysha!" Lacey said cheerfully. "Bella and I are going to turn our forms."
Miss. Daysha looks up from her desk and pulls up her glasses that were sliding down her nose. "Alright. But be back before curfew." She said.
When we go out, Miss. Daysha gives us a curfew of 9 pm to be back at the Orphanage. And if we don't, we would have to wash the dishes for a whole week. But I was sure we would be back way before 9 pm, because we were just going to submit our forms and it was only 8 in the morning. The line wouldn't be that long. I hope.
The others girls at the Orphanage were going too, and we walked with them to the local office. The other girls were eager to get there, and so was I, but not for the same reasons.
The walk wasn't that long, and we got there in about five minutes. When we got there I realized the wait was going to be way longer than I thought. It turns out that we weren't the only ones that were eager to get our submissions in. It looked like every girl in the province was there. The line looked a mile long.
This was going to take forever.
We got to the back of the line and waited. I looked at the other girls ahead of us. Most of them looked way over done. They had tons of makeup on and were wearing very revealing clothing. But to be completely honest, they looked way better than me. Compared to their makeup, mine looked simple. Their hair looked like it took hours to do, with mine just in a simple braid.
For some reason, I felt the need to go back and change into something better. I quickly dismissed the thought, confused to why I cared so much. It wasn't like I was going to get in, so why did I suddenly care so much?
I sighed and shook the thoughts away.
After what seemed like forever, I finally made it to the window and handed in my form, confirming everything on it was true. I walked over to the chair and gave a forced smile as the lady snapped my picture.
After that, I walked back to the Orphanage and went back to bed.
Hey! That was the 2nd chapter and I hope you liked it! Sorry if it wasn't written that well, I'm suuuuuuppppppppeeerrrr tired and it was hard for me to concentrate. Anyways, I hope you liked the story so far and I will probably update tomorrow! Bye!
-Anna
