Katie – The Original Wild Child
Katie blearily opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as the world around her came into focus. She pushed her tangled hair away from her face, wondering where she was this morning. She'd been out partying since 11 last night, as usual, and most of the evening was a blurred haze. Sitting up, she realized that she was in a hedge. Hmm. It's been worse. She sat up, and ran her fingers through her hair in a vague attempt to try and get some of the knots out.
She pushed her way out, and stood by the side of the road. She managed to find her car, and felt in her pocket for her keys. Lucky. She started the car, and put sat. nav. on. I can never remember where I live after a night out. Quite amusing, really.
Once she made it home, she crashed out on the sofa with a bag of Gummi Bears. She checked her watch, and realized in horror that she had her friend coming over in half an hour. Normally she spent over two hours getting ready, but she was going to have to break it down. She ran into her bedroom, looking into the full-length mirrors, almost scared of what she might see.
Her dyed black hair was sticking up everywhere, with twigs and leaves. Her dark brown eyes looked tired and she had faint bags under her eyes. Her skin was pasty and pale, and her clothes from the night before were crumpled and creased, with faint stains and marks, and a smell of stale cigarettes and beer.
Not that she smoked, you understand. She figured she was going to die young enough as it was.
She took a shower, washed her hair, and put some new clothes on. This time she surveyed her reflection with a lot more appreciation.
Her now glossy black hair was straight and sleek, just about elbow-length. Her eyes now had their familiar sparkle back, and looked wide awake, as opposed to falling asleep with exhaustion. Her skin had been revitalized, and had it's creamy ivory sheen back. She had on a red spaghetti-strap tank top, black stretch jeans and black stilettos.
With a shock, she realized that she'd forgotten to put on her makeup! She rushed over to her bedside drawer (not an easy thing to do in stilettos) and took the whole drawer out, which was filled to overflowing with various items.
First thing first, she outlined her eyes with thick, black eyeliner, and added black eyeshadow and mascara, making her eyes look smoky and sultry. Not an easy look to pull off. She added some foundation, to keep her pale complexion, and some blood-red lipstick. Perfect!
Just then the doorbell rang, and grabbing her purse she hurried downstairs to answer the door. Her best friend Jade was stood there, her white-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
"Looking good," Katie noted.
Jade laughed sweetly. "I know."
Katie giggled. "That's why I'm still friends with you," she said, and the two linked arms.
"Oh, by the way, we're going on a double date," Jade informed her friend. Katie yanked her arm away.
"What?"
"Well," said Jade, in her I-want-my-own-way-and-I'm-going-to-get-it tone, "the guy I'm going out with is bringing his friend along, so I'm bringing mine!" She whispered in a confidential tone, "He's got to be better than the last guy I dated, who was into something by ack-duck."
"You mean AC/DC?" questioned Katie, and felt a shiver.
"How about Sabbath? AC/DC? Motorhead? What are they teaching you?" She shook her head.
"What was all that about?" asked Jade, giving her a curious look. Katie shrugged.
"Just had a memory from my past life or something," she said laughing, not knowing how close to the truth she actually was. "So where are we going?"
"Well, we're meeting them at some new club then going on to Deon's for dinner, I think." Katie made a faint interested noise.
"What club?"
"Um, I think it's called, ah... The Hive?" Katie felt another faint shiver, again as though she'd had a memory from her past life. She quickly shook it off, and re-linked arms with Jade.
"Let's go!"
