Chapter Two

Macey answered my question with a smirk. "We're taking old Cammie, throwing her away and creating new Cammie."

See, usually when I see undey's make-up products sprawled across my room I run. And hide. And pray yo god that she does not use the curling iron when she finds me. (Let's just say when she's mad she use it for its true purpose.) But this time I stayed. And smiled. And actually went through the process.

You remember Grant mentioning Boston? Well we went on vacation there when Grant and I were 14. When Dad was still around... Anyway, while we were there, my brother and I made great friends. My favorite was DeeDee. She and I got along well despite our differences. I mean, I still had the girls here in Roseville but DeeDee was a great friends to have. The point is that, while we were there, DeeDee convinced me to die my hair the same super, almost white shade of blonde that her hair was. Being around her caused me to change my style from "bleh" to preppy. So you can probably understand what Macey means.

After I agreed, surprising even myself, they pushed me down into a chair and began. First they were going to do my hair. Bed was helping Macey prepare everything to re-die it while Liz was putting my old, preppy clothes into a burn bag.

I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. "Um, Lizzie?"

"Yeah?" She called.

"First of all, what are you doing? And second, where the heck did you get a burn bag?"

"I'm getting rid of your old clothes and replacing them with those." She pointed to bags and bags of clothes from expensive stores in the mall that Macey had undoubtedly bought.

"And the burn bag?"

"I have my sources."

I smiled to myself as she continued doing her job.

Macey came and took a picture of me.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Before and after pictures." She said it in a "duh" tone and even added a "duh" to the end.

A couple of minutes later I was leaning over my bathroom sink while Bed and Macey put the die in. Then, while my hair dried, Liz was still working on my closet so Bed and Macey cut my nails and painted them black. Bed applied a face mask to my face and Macey, very painfully might I add, waxed every piece, not that there was much to begin with, of hair from my arms and legs. My hair was rinsed out and my ends were trimmed. They cut my long eyelashes a bit so they were even. Another face mask. More hair products. Lotion, shampoo and conditioner (all of which only legal in Australia). More clothes gone. Three hours spent. Another shower. More waxing. Another face mask. Hair products. Lotion. Shower. Hair. Four hours spent...

And on and on until we had hit five and a half hours. (Just know that it was 8:00 A.M. when we started.) I hadn't even been allowed to look in the mirror once. It was 1:30 when they had me take one last shower before dressing me. I walked into my new and improved closet to see everything cute but casual. My style. There were a few crop tops, shorts and dresses that I could live without but this is Macey we're talking about here.

They let Liz pick my outfit - thank god - for some reason. Probably because she'd hardly done anything. She was easy on me, as usual, with some black skinny jeans, a white blouse which I tucked in and a cropped leather jacket. Macey let me where my white ankle boots and some white fringe earrings. I was forced into wearing white/black smokey eye, red cherry flavored ChapStick, some blush, winged eyeliner and mascara. It wasn't too bad but seriously? Macey then took her after picture.

Anyway, they finally let me look in the mirror. I looked stunning really. Like me. My hair was back to its natural spring honey/golden blonde color but straightened and sprawled across my shoulders. My clothing was casual but chic and I liked it.

I turned to my friends, pulling them into a group hug. "Thanks guys. You're the best."

"We know." Bed said.

"Now let go before you ruin my master piece."

(You can guess who that is.)

I pulled away.

"Now let's go to lunch." Bex stated, leading the way out of my room. "Or is it brunch? Who cares, I just want food."

"You sound like my brother." I could hear the sounds of other people downstairs.

I was halfway down the stairs when Macey stopped me.

"Wait here," She told me. "We have to announce you."

I rolled my eyes but stayed put. The rest of the girls walked downstairs and at the sound of their arrival, all conversation stopped. I heard Macey's voice.

"Now let me introduce the young girl we all know and love, except you but you will, Cammie Morgan!"

I wondered who she was talking to when she said "except you but you will" but I just ignored it and walked into the living room, my hands in my back pockets.

"Hey guys." I said, but my eyes were trained on the electric green ones staring back at me...