ALLY!
I flinched. What? I laughed.
Calm down! We still go to go home and get you ready. I m sure you wouldn t want to look bad in front of your
MOM!
Fine, fine But you totally like them
Shush
She rolled her eyes, and drove ahead of the cars in front of her. I sat back into my seat and tried my HARDEST (as in, I was trying my best as into calm my tits). I finally saw the wonderful sign for Los Angles. I was almost home! Mom smiled at me, knowing my anticipation was building. We drove through the unbearable traffic, the sun shining down on my face, warming and welcoming. I smiled, already missing the place, even though I had been gone for about a week. I looked at the on going pedestrians, who busily walked through the side walk. I missed this place. Forever in L.A.
We finally arrived at our apartment, right in the heart of Los Angles. Stereotypical mm? I guess this is why dad didn t want to go here. He like being alone. I pushed that thought away and got out of the car, stumbling. I cussed under my breathe and walked up to the trunk of the car.
Let me help you My mom came around the car. I didn t like being helped, but my ribs hurt to much. I sighed and let her get my main bag, I carrying my smaller bag. We walked to the elevator and pressed the button. Soon, on one of the highest floors of the apartment complex, we opened out apartment door to our clean dorm.
I put my bag down, and ran to my bed room. Well. Not really ran, more like fast walked while I limped. My room was large, and mainly pink and blue. The walls were striped pink and blue, the bed was blue, with pink pillows, the paintings, decorations; basically everything. The only main thing that wasn t pink or blue, was my vanity. It was large, white, and had the little 50 s dancer bulbs circling around the mirror. I loved my room. I sat down on my bed and tried to calm my mind before I was off to work. I went to my dresser and found 2 out fits that I loved. My favorite shirt, a off shoulder tee, with a large cross in the middle, along with torn skinny jeans. The second outfit was a corset, ending right below my breasts, with a white tank top, with a pair of black skinny s.
I walked passed my dresser, ignoring my reflection in the mirror, and headed off to my closet. Right. Shoes. My first pair were a pair of pink platform heels, with little black hearts on them. My favorite. The other pair were combat boots. I smiled.
I walked out of my room, to get my suit case, and was interrupted by my mother.
Do you want anything to eat she asked. My stomach growled, answering her question.
She nodded, knowing exactly what to make. She brought out a can of tomato soup, and a jar of nutella. How I loved my mother.
I nodded and hugged her, before scampering-limping- towards my room. It was time to do my horrid make up. I closed my eyes when I went into my room, and sat on my vanity chair, opening my eyes.
I looked horrid. My head was half shaved, stitches prominent. My eyes still had a hint of deep purple around them, and my lip was still a little puffy. Not to help the fact I looked like I was going to throw up. I sighed, and grabbed my make up pouch. Furiously, I worked on my face, washing it, priming, and rubbing cover up on my face until I looked descent.
I drew a thick line above my eyes, adding a flick at the end, and filled it in thicker. I added mascara, and put on my fake eye lashes. I finished up on the rest of my make up, and put in my ear rings. The were inverted crosses, to match my shirt. I smiled to myself. I looked better than I thought. Except for my lips I perked up. Lip stick! I m pretty sure I had some
I searched my room and finally found a tube of lip stick, almost jumping for the joy of finding it. Then I remembered my ribs. I signed and walked my way back to my vanity, putting it on. There. Now I didn t exactly look like I had been hit by my idols tour bus and thrown into a post.
Except for my half shaved hair. I grimaced. I looked like someone had taken a weed whacker, and shaved off a large section of my beautiful black hair. No one does that to a girl. No one.
The only choice I had was to shave MORE of my precious hair, to at least make it look like some sort of style. I went into my bathroom, and found a razor. Though I m sure you shouldn t do it with a leg razor, it s the only thing I could do. I took a deep breathe, and started shaving lightly bits of the worst part. I tried my best not to shave it completely, with some hair left. I soon looked decent.
Well. For a person with their hair shaved.
Sweetie, your food is ready! I jumped. Time for mom to see my new hair cut. I walked out of the room. She looked towards me and smiled. This wasn t the reaction I was expecting.
I see you shaved your head.
Yup
I think it looks good. Actually, it sort of suits you. And looks way better than before! She laughed, boosting my mood. I smiled and sat down at the stool at the bar in the middle of the kitchen. I grabbed my toast with nuttella and started eating. It tasted good. I soon was done, and got up from the stool to get ready. I put my clothes and underwear in, along with a few necklaces, bracelets, my make up bag, straighter, and finally my boots.
I put on my cross shirt, my skinny s, and then my heels. I looked at my self in the mirror. I looked different. But I liked it. I just hoped Jake did.