Chapter Four
Is This What Girl's Look's Like?
Izaya Orihara
Age: 4
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Raven Black
Gender: Female
Izaya stood in her room. She wore dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Her hair was short. She wasn't allowed to grow it out.
It was cut short enough for people to get her confused as a boy and short enough so she wouldn't look like a girl.
Izaya shifted nervously at her door, her head poking out between the crack of it and peer down the hall.
It was Saturday morning; her mother would still be asleep. But her father would be leaving for work in,
Five
The sound of her parents' bedroom door opening caught her attention first.
Four
The door closed softly.
Three
Footsteps made their way through the house.
Two
The keys were picked up.
One
The front door opened and closed.
And with that, he was gone. Izaya smiled, she had the house to herself now; well, besides her mother. But she would be sleeping from her 'studies' of the past few years.
Izaya pushed her door open and slipped through the cracks.
A small black bag was in her hand; hidden well behind her back.
In it, there was a long black wig. She had bought it from recycling cans. She had bought it to wear for days like this. She could hide in her room and put it on and pretend to be the girl she knew she was.
But today she wanted to try something new.
Make-up.
Something her mother kept in her bag.
But sadly its location was in non-other than, their bed room.
Izaya quietly shuffled her foot past every door to rooms she wasn't allowed in until she passed the kitchen and was facing the bed room door.
Her feet were cold on the kitchen floor tiles. Her heart was beating fast and loudly in her chest. So loud she thought maybe her possibly still asleep mother would hear it. She felt knots in her stomach from the nerves and her breath was heavy and short. Again out of nerves.
But she didn't care.
She could get caught…
That she did care about.
But she cared more about what she would look like with the wig and make-up.
Slowly and cautiously, the young girl opened the door to her parent's room. The door creaked slightly but not loud enough to wake anyone. Izaya pushed her head in slowly, red eyes falling to the bed and figure under the covers.
She smiled slightly, pleased to see that her mom was asleep.
Now she just had to sneak over to her purse; the one in the bathroom.. On the other side of the bed-room.
Slowly, Izaya moved into the room. Her eye's never leaving the bed as she began to slink her way over to the bathroom.
Once inside, Izaya closed the door softly. Sighing in relief when her mother didn't wake. The girl scampered over to the sink and stood on her toes, getting a better view of the counter and easily finding the brown purse.
Izaya pulled it to her and began rummaging through it till she found the different make up containers.
One after one, Izaya pulled them out.
Lipstick, blush, eye shadow, mascara and more.
This is going to be a good day.
First Izaya pulled out the wig, with a flip of her head and the wig it was on and the long black hair draped over her shoulders. It was cute.
Izaya thought happily as she opened the tube of Lip stick. She watched it twirl up and out of the tube with joy. It was a bright yet dark red shade. A beautiful color on her mother. Maybe it'd look the same on Izaya.
Soon she was moving the clay like stick along her lips and pressing them together and making a soft pop noise. Much like her mother did.
She smiled.
The color looked pretty. It matched with her eyes.
Izaya closed it and put it on the counter then grabbed the blush and brushed it onto her cheeks with ease and giggled softly when the brush tickled.
Next was the mascara. Of course, she wasn't able to put that on as easily as her mother had. She poked her eye at least 4 times in the process. There were dots under her eyes from missing her eye lashes as well. Izaya dapped tissue in water from the sink and cleaned it up.
Next the eye shadow.
Izaya reached for it only to miss it when her head jerked towards the bathroom door as the sound of the bed room door opened. Her fingers slipped hitting its edge and causing the eye shadow case to tumble to the floor.
It seemed to take forever to fall but when it finally hit the floor it sounded louder than an earthquake.
Which of course was an over statement. But in Izaya's mind it was the perfect way to explain its loudness to anyone.
There was a long stretch of silence before the bath room door was jerked open and her father towered over her.
Face red with anger.
"What do you think you are doing in here?" he growled.
End of chapter Four
I'm sorry I keep messing witt the chapters and adding. But I keep uploading the wrong ones Dx
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