Zingy's. The mecca of everything that's cool, hip, and your parents hate. Unlike some kids, there's never really been an issue between my parents and me about the way I dress. Sure, if we're going out to a fancy restaurant, they'll tell me to put on nice clothes or whatever; but they've never banned me from wearing something that shows too much skin, for example.
It's never been an issue with me. I'm a strictly jeans-and-a-tshirt kind of girl. But I had this crazy feeling that when I got home from my shopping trip, my mom and Watson were going to hit my roof.
Okay I am going to stop right here and let the world know that unlike some people have said, I wasn't trying to piss off my parents.
Ever since I've graduated from middle school, a feeling has been growing inside of me. I'd be judging a pet show and I'd see some kids ride by on the bikes on the way to the pool party that all of the BSC was invited to, but had to turn down because we'd already decided to do the pet show thing; part of me would want to go with the kids ready for hamburgers and hooking up.
This had been festering in me the whole summer; and when the BSC officially broke up, the door was bust open and I've been wanting to truly experience life as a teenager to the fullest.
Which means doing things that my parents wouldn't want me to be doing.
I've experienced life on the wild side before when I took part in the initiation thing for the SMS girls' softball team. Sure, I'd felt horrible when I did it; especially after the fact. But there was something about doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing (in this case, spraying paint on an equipment shed) that thrilled me.
For a while after the incident, I thought that I had caused the fire that burned the equipment shed down and I was going to be arrested or something. But with some bad things, there's not a real risk of run-ins with the police. Actually, I didn't care as much anymore. I don't know; lately I'd felt as if the "responsiblity" part of my brain had been etched out by the acidity of yearning to experience something more than baby-sitting and sleepovers.
I got in trouble when Bart Taylor kissed me on the couch (against my free will) when no one else was home. And do you know what? I survived it just fine. Sure I was grounded and it sucked; but I wasn't any worse for the wear.
Which was why I felt all right about buying spaghetti-strap tanktops, short skirts, knee-high boots, and other various things that I wouldn't be caught dead in before at Zingy's.
After leaving Zingy's, I hiked a short distance over to Bellair's. I purchased a hair straightener and then went over to the makeup counters.
This would turn out to be a test. I looked at the array of products and felt a litle bewildered. Luckily I had a very nice salesperson; and he helped me purchase a small kit with a bunch of eyeshadows and lipsticks in a small thin metal case. It was pretty expensive; luckily I don't get zits so I didn't need any foundation or anything.
As I left, I thanked Stacey's mom silently for not working at Bellair's anymore. If she did, I could have seen her there and seeing her might have put me in an uncomfortable situation. She would have been sure to ask me why I was buying makeup.
I rode the bus home and locked myself in the bathroom to experiment with my makeup. I've watched people do it before, but I've only done it myself a few times. The kit came with a pictures of things you could do with it and instructions on how you could achieve the looks; so it wasn't as hard as it could have been.
When I was finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that I looked pretty good. Putting together an outfit with my new clothes would be difficult for me, since I've never really put any thought into style before, but I'd survived the makeup test.
Tomorrow would be the biggest challenge of all: introducing my friends to the new Kristy to the entire SHS student body, including my friends.
It's never been an issue with me. I'm a strictly jeans-and-a-tshirt kind of girl. But I had this crazy feeling that when I got home from my shopping trip, my mom and Watson were going to hit my roof.
Okay I am going to stop right here and let the world know that unlike some people have said, I wasn't trying to piss off my parents.
Ever since I've graduated from middle school, a feeling has been growing inside of me. I'd be judging a pet show and I'd see some kids ride by on the bikes on the way to the pool party that all of the BSC was invited to, but had to turn down because we'd already decided to do the pet show thing; part of me would want to go with the kids ready for hamburgers and hooking up.
This had been festering in me the whole summer; and when the BSC officially broke up, the door was bust open and I've been wanting to truly experience life as a teenager to the fullest.
Which means doing things that my parents wouldn't want me to be doing.
I've experienced life on the wild side before when I took part in the initiation thing for the SMS girls' softball team. Sure, I'd felt horrible when I did it; especially after the fact. But there was something about doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing (in this case, spraying paint on an equipment shed) that thrilled me.
For a while after the incident, I thought that I had caused the fire that burned the equipment shed down and I was going to be arrested or something. But with some bad things, there's not a real risk of run-ins with the police. Actually, I didn't care as much anymore. I don't know; lately I'd felt as if the "responsiblity" part of my brain had been etched out by the acidity of yearning to experience something more than baby-sitting and sleepovers.
I got in trouble when Bart Taylor kissed me on the couch (against my free will) when no one else was home. And do you know what? I survived it just fine. Sure I was grounded and it sucked; but I wasn't any worse for the wear.
Which was why I felt all right about buying spaghetti-strap tanktops, short skirts, knee-high boots, and other various things that I wouldn't be caught dead in before at Zingy's.
After leaving Zingy's, I hiked a short distance over to Bellair's. I purchased a hair straightener and then went over to the makeup counters.
This would turn out to be a test. I looked at the array of products and felt a litle bewildered. Luckily I had a very nice salesperson; and he helped me purchase a small kit with a bunch of eyeshadows and lipsticks in a small thin metal case. It was pretty expensive; luckily I don't get zits so I didn't need any foundation or anything.
As I left, I thanked Stacey's mom silently for not working at Bellair's anymore. If she did, I could have seen her there and seeing her might have put me in an uncomfortable situation. She would have been sure to ask me why I was buying makeup.
I rode the bus home and locked myself in the bathroom to experiment with my makeup. I've watched people do it before, but I've only done it myself a few times. The kit came with a pictures of things you could do with it and instructions on how you could achieve the looks; so it wasn't as hard as it could have been.
When I was finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that I looked pretty good. Putting together an outfit with my new clothes would be difficult for me, since I've never really put any thought into style before, but I'd survived the makeup test.
Tomorrow would be the biggest challenge of all: introducing my friends to the new Kristy to the entire SHS student body, including my friends.