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A/N: Thank you for reading this story. I wanted to give a bit of a background on this piece. I was very intrigued on Allison's makeover at the end of the film and I wanted to get into her thoughts about how she felt about it. This was also inspired by the deleted scene as she and Claire are bonding. While this transformation has been disputed, I wanted to maintain a balance between her thoughts of her old self and her new self.

Enjoy!

I could feel the featherlight touch of the bristles from Claire's makeup brush on my face. I never thought that makeup would be so incremental. First, she removed the black eyeliner from my eyes and began the meticulous step-by-step process of applying the makeup on my face. I couldn't stand the makeup brush against my skin. It made me feel ticklish and the taste from that lip gloss was…eugh. Did girls always do this? What was the point of putting on so much makeup when you had to take it off again?

My impatience was growing. I couldn't wait for Claire to be finished with this. The moment that she had started taking out her makeup supplies from her bag, I was ready to leave her there. But I didn't move. I didn't know if it was because I was curious to see how Claire was going to apply the makeup or because I saw her as a friend, regardless of what she said about Monday. Aside from the makeup, I didn't expect such kindness from Claire. She was gentle with applying the makeup, she complimented my facial features, and I felt that she was enjoying just putting the makeup on me. Whatever bonding experience this was it felt…nice. Almost as if I had a, as crazy as it sounds, a sister.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked her, curious to see what she had to say. A girl like Claire that had quite the reputation at Shermer High, I wouldn't have expected her to have done such a…nice?...thing for me.

Claire chuckled as she looked at me. "Because you're letting me."

That was right. Normally when anyone looked at me, I always gave them a glare. It would either empower them to continue with their jabs or just run away as if I would cast a spell on them. I looked back at Claire as she gave me one final look and her cupid lips curled into a smile.

"You look beautiful," she commented, and I couldn't believe that, for the first time in such a long time, I heard such a compliment. I glanced down as she took out a mirror from her purse and I quickly averted my eyes.

I was too afraid to look at my reflection. What if I didn't like it? What if it was something that I didn't expect? What if Claire just did this just to make me look like a clown? Maybe I shouldn't have gone with her in the first place! Maybe I should just…go?

My eyes involuntarily looked down at the mirror and the reflection of a young girl stared back at me. Her hair was elegantly swept back and held back with a white headband, her eyes, despite looking afraid, looked bright and youthful. The blush added a delightful color on her cheeks, and the lip gloss added a tint of color to her lips. I couldn't believe it. I felt that I was the living embodiment of Snow White and that I have finally been awakened.

I gently held the mirror in my hands and looked at myself. This was girl that I had been trying to hide all these years? She had always been there, but she just needed some help coming out. I never would have been the one to bring her out…and I don't know if I ever would have.

Looking back at this pretty girl, I thought back to my usual look. The Old Allison. My black hair hiding my eyes, the dark clothes that I wore, and the dark eyeliner around my eyes. Like all artists, we had our own signature style, and I had my own. But that didn't mean that I couldn't have other styles.

I couldn't ask Claire to erase everything that she had just done for me. Maybe this was her way of showing me that there are more layers to a person. For Claire, there was more to her than the typical mean girl, and for myself, there's more to me than just the basket-case.

"You like it?" Claire asked me as I handed back the mirror to her.

I couldn't answer right away. It wasn't because I didn't like the makeover, it was because I had been following my style for such a long time that I didn't know what style to go for. Should I go back to the Old Allison or give New Allison a try?

"It's…nice," I answered her and clung onto the black sweater in my hands. It was the one thing that provided comfort, warmth, and familiarity against the light pink shirt that I wore underneath. That was one of the light color shirts that I owned, among others but they were always hiding under my dark clothes.

Claire looked me over one more time. "You really do look a lot better."

I may have looked better to her, but I felt that I was just another clone of the typical high school girls. If I go in on Monday with this new look, what would they all say? I would have everyone's attention, something that I craved for but didn't desire from unwanted people.

"What are you so afraid of?" Claire asked me, as if she could sense my distress on the makeover. "You look great."

"I…" I hesitated to tell her but after what we've been through on this Saturday, she felt like the only person I could tell this to. "What if they laugh?" I asked her.

Claire looked at me with a warm smile, as if she knew of my fear, "he won't laugh."

I stared back at her. How did she know if he'd laugh or not? He could have just been acting nice with me because he wasn't surrounded by his group of friends.

Just then, Claire leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close to the hug. Right away, I hugged her in return. It was her reassurance where I felt the slightest boost of confidence. Maybe everything will be alright. Maybe he won't laugh. Maybe this is the girl that I should let out…sometimes, not every time. Not everyone deserved to see her.

As Claire gave me a reassuring pat on the back, I watched as she left me alone in the room. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair, being careful not to tousle them after the work that Claire had meticulously done. Claire was right, Andrew won't laugh at this new makeover after what we have all been through.

But this New Allison was going to be our little secret. Just as I was about to head out of the room and back to the library, I caught a slight glimpse at her staring back at me.

Hi New Allison, I never thought you'd be the one that's always been hiding, but here you are. Enjoy this moment while you have the chance. We'll see each other soon again.

With that, I gave her one last smile before I headed back to the library.

The End.