Chapter Three

The next Morning

He turned toward me, we were not in the classroom anymore, and we were in a lunchroom. For some reason I felt this sense of alienation. Like I didn't belong. But he was staring straight towards me, eyes burning into my skull. It wasn't a look of want, like his eyes had hinted at before, but a look of curiosity. Like he wanted to know something he didn't.

Then I was in a house. Surrounded by the most beautiful people I had ever seen. Angels. But I wasn't in this scene, I was watching it. I knew myself in it, a pale, brown-haired girl among gods. All of a sudden, one angel, a stunning blonde man, one of authority and distinction , motioned for him, MY angel, my Prince Charming to leave. Suddenly I was being pinned against my angel and his lips pressed hard against mine. I was in heaven for all of a second. The perfect fairytale kiss. But then he released me and his eyes flashed coal black. He was sad. I had made him sad. None of this made sense, I was in an unfamiliar place kissing the most stunning creature in existence. But why? And why was he sad?

I woke up crying. Because I had caused this angel sadness, this angel I would never meet, never kiss, never.

Like usual, I had woken up before Lynne. She could sleep through a nuclear holocaust. But Georgette was awake. She was making pancakes, another culinary peace offering. All I wanted to do, though, was change and leave. So I said a quick "Good Morning" to Georgie and I grabbed my bag and ran up the stairs into the bathroom.

The face in the mirror was different today. She was still pale, but more alert. Her hair was straight and still brown, but fuller (if that's even possible). Her eyes smiled and her lips curved in a smile. She looked like the girl in the dream. The one the angel was kissing. Could I be her? No, she was too pretty. She looked like an angel herself. And I never could.

I quickly changed into a plain pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and walked down the stairs. But then a hall mirror caught my eyes again. I blushed at the sight. I was pretty. Not in the glamorous way guys in Phoenix looked for, but in a way I couldn't describe. But PRETTY nonetheless. Which scared me.

Lynne finally woke up, at a ripe 11:30, and trudged her way out of the living room into the kitchen. Her hair was frazzled and her makeup off. This was the true Lynne I knew. A vulnerable Lynne. She sat herself down at the table and dumped syrup on her pancakes. Another thing I could never do. She could eat horses. I prefer cereal.

"Good Morning Lynne." I offered.

"Mornin' Bella," she grumbled.

"Lynne, I have to go soon, but quick question, what're you doing for Halloween next week?" Now this was the ultimate challenge. We had always trick-or treated together, but as of late, it was uncertain. She would probably go with Tina. Hands down.

"Ummm, sorry Bella, but last night after you fell asleep, Greg called and said that Mike had asked Tina out and they thought Halloween would be the perfect time to go out."

"Oh, okay."

"You could, umm, come though if you wanted."

Pity. I was pitiful. "No it's okay. Thanks for offering though." Pity Pity Pity.

"I have to go now though, I have to work." Work was often an excuse for me. I babysat, and schoolwork. Two things Lynne never bothered with.

"At least let me do your hair and makeup."

O gosh. Kill me now.

"You know I don't like makeup and stuff."

"But it can't hurt."

I trudged up the stairs, grumbling. She sat me down at her room vanity and brought out the weapons. Cover-up, which I had taken a vow against, eye shadow, mascara, the works. Things I never bothered with. The most I ever wore was a little eyeliner. That was it.

Instantly, she started to cover my face in a crème such the wrong color for me, it made my face look orange as a pumpkin. I liked my skin. Sure, I always wished I could be a little tan, but paleness worked for me. It also worked for him. Stop it! He's not real! You are never going to get a Prince Charming, let alone that one. But he would be nice.

By the end of the grueling process, I looked like a barbie. One that looked like she could melt her face off.

"uhh, thanks Lynne. I reall have to be getting going though, I have to work, in—HOLY CROW! I have to go!" I did. My ride to work was coming any minute.

It was then I ran down the stairs and into the front door. Literally, and I left an enormous foundation splodge on it. Serves them all right.

A/N: Yea this chapter sucked. A LOT. but review, I take constructive criticism well.