AN: So I was reading my like summary blurb thing and I realised this isn't what the story actually is, what a lol, and then I'm like wait a minute what even is the story? Does it have and discernible plot? the fact that im the author and dont know is concerning.
ANNNYnyhow because im lazy Im asking YOU my readership (however many of you manged to stay on this long) to write my blurb for me... because im lazy WHAT A SUPRISE.
Now I know what your thinking 'why would I waste my time doing that?' well let me tell you why. BECAUSE of the SPECTACULAR prize! ... Absolutely nothing! wow what a wonderful prize.
So i'm expecting my total of 0 submissions, this comp will end on the 29th then I will be forced to write my own.
20 mins into bio and I've already almost fallen asleep four times. If I keep this up Ms Mathews is going to notice. There are a few empty seats in the class today, Will and Uriah are absent, probably suffering from the lack of sleep. Christina and Marlene aren't in this class but I wouldn't be surprised if they are also skipping first period.
The bell rings for recess and I almost jump out of my seat and race to the supply cupboard to get some sleep.
"Beatrice, after class" Ms Mathews says rather bluntly, UHHHH, I internally groan, this again? I neatly pack up my things and move over her desk.
"has something happened" She begins "your performance has dropped and you clearly aren't paying much attention in my classes" Ahh so she does notice, not as oblivious as I'd hoped. At least this conversation isn't to get me to join the academic teams.
"I'm feeling under the weather, but you shouldn't concern yourself with me" I reply.
"You have potential Beatrice".
Unfortunately, due to my chat to Ms Mathews there isn't enough time for a quickie nap, which is very frustrating to a sleep deprived teenager.
Instead I head to the cafeteria. On my way I walk past Uriah he doesn't notice me, that or he's not acknowledging me for my sake. He's leaning up against a wall of lockers. It's unlike him to not atleast pull a face at me, I feel kind of rejected.
As I walk closer, I notice his head is slumped down and his eyes are closed. His chest rises and falls rhythmically. I step closer, he's asleep, which I can't help but find funny. Looking at his venerable asleep state I feel like this could be a great opportunity.
Luckily, I have a secret weapon, out of the pocket in my grey sweatshirt I pull out a compact. Last night when we were walking to the train line Christina pulled me out of the group and talked to me.
"I don't know why you are rocking these mysterious glasses but we should all feel like we can rock the body we were given" She said, there was no bull with Christina she is straight to the point and has this ability to just look right through people.
"I've just got a bit to hide" I say no point lying to her, I feel like she would just see through me.
She pushed a black makeup compact into my hand. "Here" she said, "I also just really need a friend I can go shopping with and makeover!" she said with a bit too much energy, way more then I would associate with a shopping spree.
I didn't know if I'd ever use it but then again, I have been keeping it in my pocket, and boy am I glad I have.
I flip it open and get my first real look at the shades, it has a big mirror and six shades in total. Two pinks, and light and dark brown and two shimmery rose colours. It also has a small brush applicator which I pick up.
I cast a quick look around to see if anybody's is watching, it seems clear. I get up close to Uriah's face, to make sure he's really asleep. I think for this look I'll go for subtle drag, using lots of pinks to brighten his face and contrast his eyes. Or in other works I'm going to make him look as stupid as possible.
I have to work quick, scared of someone seeing or Uriah waking up, to be honest the rushed quality really just adds to the overall look. Once finished I step back to examine my work, It's beautiful, a master piece. I whip out my phone and take a quick snap.
What I didn't expect was the flash which sent out a blinding light into his face. His faced tensed and he began to spur. I bolted, I was out of there.
I rounded a corner and flattened myself to a wall. I really, really hope he didn't see me.
In the cafeteria I sat with my brother on the designated stiff table which was way in the corner. I was expecting to see a new face, but It was only us and our neighbours.
"Have you met the new council man's son yet?" I ask my brother. As I sit down with my old looking apple and water.
"No, he keeps to himself, I'm pretty sure he's eating outside" Well he sounds just positively boring.
At the entrance to the cafeteria I hear some commotion, our table turns to the sound. Uriah Has just walked in. I nearly die from laughter, but I have to keep it together.
He looked very confused as people turned to look at him, cat-called and whistled. The Gang was barley holding it together when he got to their table, they could keep it in any longer, they exploded in laughs. I am disappointed I wish I could be sitting with them, hearing their jokes, making my own and talking credit for this master piece. Marlene was practically in tears. Uriah still looked just as confused.
Christina held her compact out to him which he gingerly took. "Which one of you was it?" He bellowed after seeing his reflection. The group lost it once more. Uriah could barley pull off angry and he looked even less intimidating wearing a full face of poorly applied pink make-up. He looked in the mirror once more, winked at himself and handed it back to Christina. I can only imagine he said something like "I pull it off". He then sat down to his recess deciding to keep on the makeup.
Also two chapters in two days lucky youse
