I was reading my favorite book "Wuthering Heights", when I glanced at the clock that told me I had about two hours to get ready. Holy crap! Two hours! Just like clock work in walked Alice with her style experts themselves trailing behind her with their big boxes of torture that I would have to endure for the next 2 hours. The first that walked in was a small mousy girl with glasses and a bad perm; I was hoping she was not the hair stylist. I let out a deep breath when I saw the make-up box she held. After the little mouse girl there was a big black guy that had long dark hair that was extremely shiny, he looked like one of those body builders except the only problem was that he on a little sparkly pink shirt with black leather pants. Thank God Alice was my personal clothing expert and took charge of that situation.

"Liz this is London," pointing to the mouse girl, then hugging the black guy" and this is Shasta."

I tried to hold back the laugh that was bubbling up in the back of my throat after she told me the guy's name. Come on, who names a boy Shasta. Thinking the name in my head made me giggle a little. Alice's narrowed her eyes on me and gave me the don't-you-even-dare look. Whoa, that girl needed take and un-needed Midol. Shasta waltzed up to me and dragged me to my bathroom, and sat me down on my vanity's chair. He started to brush out all the tangles and applied some really gooey looking stuff. After doing this to every strand of hair on my head, he started to roll it up into big curlers all over my noggin. He walked out of the room in huff obviously stilled peeved about the giggle. London walked in and set her huge make-up case in front of me. She told me she was going to do a very dramatic smoky eye, with a coral pink gloss and a very light blush to give my face some color. She had no idea how much color I really needed I thought to myself. She thought it would be fun if she put some the jewels on the side of face, but I declined most politely. When London was all done Shasta came back in the room. Oh my god don't laugh now, hold yourself together Liz. He took out the rollers and started pinning up the curls, when he was finished he carefully put in a tiara that Alice had previously purchased. Please don't let those be real diamonds in the tiara. Enough girls already hated me at school. Shasta took a step back to look at his masterpiece and sighed in contentment. London and Shasta were packing up their things when Alice came running in.

"Oh mah God! You look hot!" obviously proud with what her friends had done, "I told you they were amazing, aren't they amazing, Liz!" she questioned.

"Fantastic..." heavy sarcasm coating the somewhat enthusiasm I had left. Alice frowned.

"Ah don't be like that Liz your taking all the fun out of this."

"Well, your the one making me look even more like plastic then I did before, and please tell these aren't diamonds," I insisted pointing to the crown. She looked extremely guilty.

"It's the only Sweet Sixteen you'll ever have, so I splurged on some things, big deal!"

"Okay only if you want everyone to hate me go ahead."

"Stop it and hurry and get dressed, fifteen minutes til show time."

I groaned as I followed her to my walk-in closet. She ordered me down to my britches and demanded me to take off my bra. How embarrassing! She lifted my arms above my head and wrapped a black corset around me and began lacing through the hundred holes in the back. She pulled and tugged and heaved and when it was all over I looked down to see that my once medium sized boobs were now huge and bulging out of the thing that could have been confused with a straight jacket I could barely breath before for obvious reasons before but now it felt like my half dead heart would burst from my chest at any time. She handed my yet another pair of stringy underwear and pulled out my yet to be seen Sweet Sixteen dress. She pulled it out of the white plastic cover it had been shipped from Spain in and handed it to me. I couldn't believe my eyes it was so perfect. How did Alice manage to get so many things right without even thinking or asking. Never mind that stupid question about the clairvoyant aunt standing in front of me. The dress was long and blood red. It was silky and had a one shoulder strap that went over one shoulder and under the other. It was beaded so that there was a lot of beads at the top then thinned out as it went down the dress. The best part was that it was so me. I loved it!!

"Thank you so much Alice," I praised while putting the dress over my head, "You are so good to me."

"It was all my pleasure," she chanted," plus what is a girl supposed to do at 2 in the morning when her niece is sleeping, hurry it up a little you have five minutes.

I hadn't noticed before but there was a lot of commotion coming from downstairs and I assumed that everyone that was going to show up was down there right now. Unfortunately it was probably the whole sophomore class and half of the junior. Right then the music started to play.

"Is everybody ready to party!!" the dj questioned.

"Yeah," I heard an eruption of voices from downstairs say. I'm so nervous I don't think that I could do this. Crap! Why did I have to do this? Alice interrupted my thoughts.

"Come on, it's time to meet the party," she pushed me out the door. She saw the nervous twinkle in my eye and smiled encouragingly.

The DJ turned down the music, "Are you guys ready to meet the queen of the evening, the birthday girl herself?"

"Wooooo, yeah!" They all shouted over each other.

I walked out of the comfort of the shadowy hallway and stood before everyone in the lime light at the base of the enormous staircase ahead of me. They all whooped and hollered as I started to descend toward the crowd. Then the birthday song started to sound out of the speakers and everyone began to sing. Even the ribbon twirlers high above my head were singing along. Oh my god no way! Gerard himself was singing too. This was all too much.The huge cake that Alice had specially ordered started to wheel towards me with all my family pushing it on an overdecorated cart. It was beautiful just like the rest of everything that had been done, and it was all for me. The cake was at least 12 layers if not more and was highly decorated with neon colored flowers all over and my name in big cursive on the first layer around it. My full name. I smiled as the song came to an end and was handed a large cake slicer. I cut into the moist cake and took my self a big ol piece and started to chow. Everyone who wanted some had gathered around and my family was handing out pieces as fast as humanly possible. I was almost done with my cake when I saw Emmett advancing in a fast stride. Oh no not in my dress you aren't! I tried to back up but there seemed to be some kind of human wall blocking me from escape. As I struggled against the crowd Emmett smoothly walked up and smiled so deviously I thought him the devil for a second. His huge hand reached out and did what he had planned to do, and planted the rest of my delicious cake in my face. The whole crowd turned ooohed as I stood there not believing he had really done that.

"You jerk!" I scolded, but for some funny reason I started to laugh uncontrollably, "I can't believe you did that," I gasped between laughs.

After I had gotten cleaned up and Alice had me dressed in a back-up dress she had bought, I went downstairs and danced the night away. The band called me to the front and sang me a song that was dedicated to no other than me. Then, Gerard leaned in and planted a big wet one on me and wished me a happy birthday. The crowd whooped and hollered once again. The night was coming to end when the DJ came back on.

"Umm, Liz Cullen," he said sounding like a someone calling cleanup on aisle seven," you are needed out in the parking lot," he repeated," Liz Cullen to the parking lot, thank you."

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