Hey!! This was gonna be a Halloween special but it's February in the book, so I made it into a Fancy Dress Party instead! Please review!
Bit By Bit
"Dylan!" I yell through the bathroom door where my best friend is changing, "hurry up, Kristen and I are ready!"
"Coming!" Dylan opens the door and struts out, "Guess who I am Mass?"
I burst out laughing. She is The Corpse bride, complete with a stringy purple and black wig and tons of white face paint, black lips protruding scarily from the white. She hitches up her ripped white mini dress (Dylan said she would never wear a wedding dress apart from her actual wedding day) and flicks her dirty veil back. "Oh my God can I have your autograph Hannah!" she yells at me.
I laugh and flick back a strand of my long blond wig. I'm Hannah Montana for Alicia's fancy dress party. I'm wearing a Juicy Couture leather jacket, white skinny jeans tucked in to embroidered riding boots and a lime green tank with tons of lip-gloss and glitter eye-shadow.
"Hey where's Kristen then?" Dylan walks over to my bedroom. "Oh my gosh K!" Dylan giggles. She's a cheerleader which to some wouldn't be much of a costume to anyone other than Kristen who once vowed she'd never be anything as materialistic, shallow and plain dumb as a cheerleader.
Six months later she would be the captain of the team.
Kristen's hair is piled on top of her head and her tanned arms are sprayed with iridescent gold body glitter. She's wearing a tiny micro-mini and a matching tank with a big glittery 1 on the back.
"Ok so we're going to meet the guys at the party then?" I ask, touching up my gold eyeliner and then snapping the cap back on, tossing it in my Dooney and Bourke cosmetic bag. Kristen pulls up her knee high black socks and nods, "yup."
"Ok. Let's go then!"
As I follow the girls out my room and switch off the light, I notice that the little potted rose plant on the window ledge has lost most of its petals.
I just saunter past it, the heels on my boots clicking as I walk down the stairs.
Little did I know that the rose would symbolize my life.
Perfect and full, and then having things plucked away.
Bit,
By,
Bit