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I snapped my eyes open to the sound of someone banging on my door.

"Max! I get to pick out what you wear today!" I heard Ella shout. I groaned. I looked over towards my alarm clock and saw that it cheerfully stated 5:45. I buried my face in my pillow and let a long line of obcenities.

I heard my door being pushed open and prayed that I had suddenly become invisible. That hope was shattered as I felt my blankets and sheets being ripped off me.

"I'm not kidding, Max! I will accompany you in the shower if I have to!" Ella screamed in my ear. I regretfully sat up, deciding that I liked my personal space. I slowly trudged into the bathroom Ella and I shared, whacking her in the head as I passed for good measure.

I had just started shutting the door when I saw her raiding my closet. I mentally sighed. Cross that bridge when I reach it, I guess...

Cranking my shower to ultimate heat, I stepped in and felt my sleepiness float away. I lathered my hair and thought about what Ella could possibly do to me. I mean, I've never really been super girly, so I hope she didn't find the clothes my mom had bought for me this year, telling me to 'branch out'. Pfft. Yeah right.

The only other possibility was that Ella would give me her clothes, but I seriously doubt that. Firstly, she knows I would sabotage whatever lace/silk/sequined stuff she gave me. Secondly, I was about three inches taller than Ella.

I was feeling pretty at ease as I stepped out of the shower, and I wrapped a towel around my body. I opened the door and peeked out, brushing my blonde hair out of my eyes. I saw Ella deviantly smiling at me, then she lifted a puce skirt for my viewing. I just stared at her.

"You've got to be kidding me." She then pulled something out from behind her back. I gawked and felt my stomach drop. "You wouldn't."

You would think a girl clad in cloud pajamas wouldn't look threatening, but as Ella uncapped a red Sharpie and drew it closer to my worn copy of To Kill A Mockingbird.

"Stop! I'll do it! I'll do it!" I yelled. It was a gift from my late grandmother, and she had had it for thirty years before she gave it to me. I glared at Ella as she put the marker back in her pocket and shoved the skirt, black leggings, and black t-shirt at me. These were definately the clothes my mother had bought me. Suprisingly, they weren't the disgusting pink that I thought they were going to be. I retreated once again to the bathroom and slipped on the clothing.

I emerged, and Ella gasped, which only made me more mad. I put more force behind my glare. She winced. I glanced back in the mirror, and noticed how the t-shirt fit my curves nicely, and the red skirt went to mid thigh. I must have looked kind of suprised, because I heard Ella giggling.

I saw movement by the toilet, and nearly screamed.

"Ants! Ants! Move, Ella!" I shrieked, pushing Ella over the threshhold hurriedly. She looked at me in confusion, but I leaped onto the rolling purple chair next to my desk. I was trying to breathe slowly as Ella went into the bathroom to investigate. I lost my balance, and ended up tipping the chair and falling on my face. (I never claimed to be graceful) I moaned in pain, and Ella came out of the bathroom. She just looked at me like 'Really?'.

"Max? There were three ants. I flushed them." I stood up and tried miserably to reclaim my dignity. I despite all things with feelers, multiple legs, or red eyes. So, this pretty much includes all bugs, spiders, and Bunnicula. I only let Ella lead me into the bathroom after making her swear not to share the events of this morning.

"Only if I can do your hair and make up!" The idea sounded repulsive, but I couldn't let it ruin my non-existant reputation, could I? I reluctantly followed her into the bathroom. I sat on my granite countertop and closed my eyes, not wanting to witness the horror. I felt the brushes come and leave my face, and sensed heat somewhere on my head.

"Kay, all done! You look gorgeus, if I do say so myself." Ella said haughtily. I gave her a look and turned towards the mirror, braced for the worst. Well, let's just say I was surprised for the second time that morning.

My dirty blonde hair was pin straight and fell neatly against the black of my shirt. My lips were a subtle apricot tone, and my eyelids were brushed with a faint red taint, but didn't make me look like I had pink eye. My cheeks were a soft, fine pink and my normally long lashes looked thicker and darker.

"Well...uh... Thanks, Ella." I stammered out. Ella looked elated, and I couldn't help but smile. I got down from the counter and stretched. "You better get ready. I'll see you later." I turned and clambered down the stairs and got caught by my mom.

"Oh, Max! You look lovely! Have a good day!" She said, already dressed in a lab coat that did her feminine body no justice. Her brunnette locks were curled and partially covered her warm brown eyes. I kissed her tan cheek and went out the door.

"MAX!" Nudge screamed at me. "You look hot! Did Ella do this to you? Remind me to thank her! Ooh, you look so cute in that red skirt! I can't wait to see what everyone else says! Are those the leggings that were in Cosmo? Wow, Ella is such a fashionista! She..." I chuckled at Nudge and let her carry on as we made our way over to Michael's car.

He was already in the front seat when Nudge and I got into his Jeep. He looked into the back mirror and blushed when he saw me, but quickly shook it off.

"Aww, look, our little Maxie is all growed up!" I blushed and smacked his shoulder. He rubbed it and shrugged.

A few minutes later we pulled up in front of the high school. I bursted through the door and waved by to Michael.

We saw Trixie on the front steps with Fang, Iggy, Sam, and J.J. and walked towards them.

"Woah, Max, you look awesome!" Trixie said, and I blushed.

"She's right! That skirt is so cute!" J.J. agreed. James gave me a thumbs-up.

''You look great." Sam said. At this point, I'm pretty sure the pigments in my skin are going to stay beet red for the rest of my life.

"Thanks..." I mumbled. I looked over at Fang, the only one who hadn't said anything, but he was too busy glaring at Sam. Jeez, who put a sock in his smoothie? If I were Sam, I would be wetting my pants right now, but he was still looking at me

Ta-DA! CLICHE! I now it's stupid, but I will make up for it! (If I don't, I give you permission to cancel GLEE) Don't worry, I won't do a ton of Sax.

Thought: Is it not funny when people misspell Fang's name? Or maybe I'm just wierd.

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