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The Last Time I saw You

Chapter 4 Wig in a Box

Starrla layed on the couch. Her head resting on the pillow. It was quiet. Steve, Soda, Ponyboy and Two-Bit went to the Nightly Double to hang and Darry was at his night job. Starrla stayed home after finally coming out of her room. She layed on her couch and watched TV. Starrla looked out the window. The sun was set and the sky was dark. It was a quiet night. She sat up and walked to the window.

'On nights, like this

When the worlds a bit amiss

And the lights go down

Across the trailer park

I get down, I feel had

Feel on the verge of going mad

And then it's time to punch the clock'

Starrla got up and walked to her room. She walked to her closet and opened the door. She pulled out some clothes and make-up.

"I guess I'll go out after all,"She said to herself.

She picked up her make-up and put it on her desk. She flipped through the clothes she had in her closet. She picked out a pair of low hung jeans. She grabbed her black tank top and put it on. She walked over to the desk and sat down.

'I put on some make-up

Turn on the tape deck

And put the wig back on my head

Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight checkout the queen

Until I head home

And I put myself to bed'

Starrla starred at herself in the mirror for a long time. She tried to look past the sad girl she starred at but that was all she saw. She snarled and stood up. She grabbed the mirror off her desk and threw it on the floor smashing it into tiny pieces. She sat down at her desk again and ran her hands through her hair and put her head it her hands. She wasn't crying. She was thinking. She sighed and walked downstairs to get the broom. After she finished sweeping up the shards of glass she threw them in the trash.

'I look back on where I'm from

Look at the woman I've become

And the strangest things seem suddenly routine

I look up from my vermouth on the rocks

The gift wrapped wig still in the box

Of towering velveteen'

Starrla walked over to her closet and opened the door. She grabbed her acoustic guitar. She had learned to play in Junior high. Her school offered a class. She had bought the guitar second hand from a friend of hers. She loved it. She started to play any tune that came to her mind. She closed her eyes and let her fingers run over the strings. She let the rhythm absorb into her skin.

'I put on some make-up

Some La Vern Baker

I'm pulling the wig down form the shelf

Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963

Until I wake up

And I turn back to myself'

Starrla put her guitar down and looked at her hands. Her fingernails painted black. She got a sudden burst of confidence. She opened the dresser drawer. She always liked mirrors. She had 23 sitting in the drawer. She picked one up and put it on the desk. She sat down in the chair and plugged in her curling iron. She looked at her green eyes. They were glossy but had a new twinkle in them. She ran her fingers through her long wavy dark brown hair. Her curling iron was warm enough now. She picked it up and starred at it. She pressed it to her hand and she let out a muffled cry. It was hot enough alright. Now she could work her magic.

'Some girls they got natural ease

They wear it any way they please

With their french flip curls

And perfume magazines

Wear it up, let it down

This is the best way that I found

To be the best you've ever seen'

She put the curling iron on the end of her hair and rolled it up. She curled the bottom of her hair and pushed it up with her hands. She grabbed a hair band and tied her hair up in a high ponytail. She curled her bangs. She smiled at her reflection. She put on her favorite earing's and looked at her reflection. She smiled at herself. She walked over and looked in her full-length mirror. Black eyeliner, silver eyeshadow and lip gloss. She smiled at her reflection. She added mascara and walked out of her room.

'I put on some make-up (oh oh)

Turn on the 8-track (oh oh oh oh)

I'm pulling the wig down form the shelf

Suddenly I'm Miss. Farra Fawcett from TV

Until I wake up

And I turn back to myself'

She looked through her shoes and took out her nicest looking pair. She put them on and grabbed her coat. She looked around the house. She sighed. She straightened out the couch and turned the TV off. She wrote a quick note to Darry and walked out the front door. Her head held high. A new candle of confidence had been lighten tonight by unknown sources and for some reason Starrla felt incredible. It was like she was reborn as someone else. It felt good to live again.

'Shag bi-level Bob

Dorothy Hamill do

Sausage curl, chicken wings

It's all because of you

With your blow dried feather backed

Toni home wave too

Flip, Flow, Fizz, Flop

It's all because of you

It's all because of you'

Starrla walked down the street head held high. It was cold out but she didn't care. It was her first trip outside in over a week. She didn't know what was up with her but whatever it was. She liked it. Greaser's walked by and gave her catcalls. She told them in her vocabulary what means back off. She was used to catcalls but at the moment she felt amazing. She did a cartwheel and laughed. She ran into some of her friend who were laughing. There was her group Angela Shepard, Evie Peterson, Victoria Howard and Alana Pyrotecha. Sandy and Sylvia used to hang with them but Sandy left and Sylvia hated them because she was just the sluttiest of them.

"Hey girls,"She greeted.

"Well look what finally crawled out form the rock she had crawled under when Dallas died,"Victoria said smirking.

Starrla and Victoria or Viki as she was called never liked each other. She was one of Angela's friends.

"Hey fuck you."

"Wow it seems your vocab hasn't changed,"Alana said smiling.

Alana was one of Starrla's best friends. They went back as far as Soda and Steve. Maybe longer. It used to be the S.S.A.S now it was just the S.S. and the A.S.E.A.V.

"Yeah. I ain't that much different,"Starrla lit up a cigarette "Well let's go find something to do."

"I second that motion,"Alana said.

"I third it,"Angela said smiling.

Viki rolled her eyes "Fine."

Starrla glared at her and continued walking alongside her friends. She could tell Viki hated her. She knew it since she was 13. Viki was jealous of her family and how she could never have Soda. Viki had obviously bleached hair. I looked horrible and clashed with her skin. Out of the group right now Viki was the slut.

'(okay everybody)

I put on some make-up

Turn on the 8 track

I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf'

Starrla looked at her friends. Evie had lighter brown hair then she did. It was dirty blond. Angela had black hair with a blueish tinge and Viki was the blond.

Starrla looked at her friends and smiled "It feels good to be a part of society again."

Viki laughed "Yeah after you barricaded yourself in your room you fucking fag,"She said taking a drag of her cigarette.

"VIKI!"Angela yelled "If you can't be civil leave."

"Hey fuck you,"Viki said.

Alana and Evie glared at her.Alana, Evie, Angela and Starrla all left Viki standing on the sidewalk.

"Go do your job Viki. Though I doubt anyone would buy sex from you,"Alana said.

Viki just stood there in shock her mouth dropped.It was kinda hard to piss Alana off. Starrla smiled it was good to around her friends again. She knew this is where she belonged.

'Suddenly I'm this punk rock star

Of Stage and screen and I ain't ever

I'm never turning back'

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AN: Chapter 4. I hope your enjoying this. R&R.

Song

Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Wig in a Box