We decided to dress up as the people whose fashion sense we despised. It was pretty hard, sense Catherine had some pretty cool stuff in her closet, but we managed to do it. Catherine went first. When she came out of the bathroom to to what she looked like and to show it to me, we nearly puked. She dressed up as her grandmother. "I love grandma, but the way she dresses. She needs to work on that," she said to me. I had to admit, from what I just saw from Catherine's outfit, I could tell her grandmother was not the person to go to for fashion problems. It was a black reindeer sweater, worn on top of a bright yellow sundress with gray tights. Her shoes were tan, old hiking shoes. To top it off, she wore a blue bonnet. "Well, your grandma's style is certainly... unique," I said, trying to cover the disgust in my voice. "Don't hide it, I know it is awful. That's why I dressed up like her. We are suppose to dress up as people who have bad fashion sense," Catherine said. "Now, your turn, young lady," she said. I picked the items I needed from Catherine's closet and ran to the bathroom, hoping she didn't see what I had chose. If she did, she would obviously know who it was. I wanted her to guess and see if she could do it. I quickly changed and walked out. By look on Catherine's face, I looked terrible, but that was the point, right? I smiled and said "How do I look?" She made a face and said "Well... very... teacher-like?" she said. "It's suppose to be awful. How bad is it?" I asked. "Look at the mirror. All I can say is that it ain't pretty," she said, shrugging. I looked at the mirror and yelped. I looked like a younger version of Mrs. Pellington. I was about to cry at the horror of my outfit, when Catherine said "Hello Mrs. Pellington. Is it just me, or do you look much younger? You also do look a bit like Alice," I looked at her and said "Shut it," Catherine just laughed. I was wearing a dress that was a mixture of a dark purple dress that had mud yellow polka dots. I added an orange vest with silver shoes shaped like a crab's claw with sparkled. I looked like a mess.
"Ok, now for people whose style we admire. Me first this time," I said. Like before, I grabbed the clothing I needed from Catherine's closet and went to change. When I came out, I heard Catherine clapping. "The award of best fashion goes to Alice Richardson!" she announced. I walked fashionably, and turned for Catherine to my outfit. I wore a white dress, with a few black sequins. The ends loosely flowed against the soft breeze. It was sleeveless, and I wore a silver necklace with a heart symbol. It was frilly at the bottom, with sequins bordering the hem of each ruffle. I wore silver pencil high heels, with the straps making my toes feel a bit uncomfortable. "Wow! You made boring black and white look really pretty!" Catherine exclaimed. She seemed to examine the outfit from every angle. "Now it is your turn," I said, pushing Catherine. She gathered all her things and went to change. When she came out, my mouth nearly dropped. I thought she looked gorgeous. The dress was green, with the sleeves being made out of see-through lace. It was a bit tight around her stomach, but I think that was the style. Her shoes were emerald green flats with a few gemstones. "How do I look?" she asked. "Amazing," I said. "I dressed as Queen Elizabeth, as you can tell. Honestly, I thought you were going to dress up like her, but you didn't. Who did you dress up like?" Catherine asked. "Simple. Mary Anne Krion," I said. Mary Anne Krion was a really popular singer I admired. As much as I liked the queen's style, I liked Mary Anne's a bit more. "Oh, I see it now," Catherine said. "What time is it?" I asked. Catherine looked at the clock. "It's about 7:00 pm," Catherine replied.
Right after that, we heard Catherine's mom yell "Alice! Time to go! You sister is here!" I looked at Catherine. "Aww! I wish you could stay more longer," Catherine whined. I wanted to stay too. "I want to, but I have to go, or I will get in trouble. See you on Monday, bye!" I said, rushing downstairs. Making Dawn wait was something that no one would like to do. The results were pretty scary. When I went downstairs, I saw Dawn standing at the doorstep, getting something from Catherine's mom.