Page 14 of Anarchy
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A knock on the door jolts me awake.
"Come in," I say my voice laced with a yawn.
Lucy peeks her head in, “hey I wanted to see if you were up. The party is going to be starting soon.”
I stand up, “it is?” my bags from earlier are piled in front of the dresser. When I catch a glimpse of myself thought I groan in annoyance. I look like a bum. My hair is a mess, looking like I haven’t brushed it in two weeks. I want to look like the other girls, I want Mikey to notice me. “You think you can help me get ready?”
“Sure!” Lucy’s face lights up with a smile. “Let me go grab some stuff.”
I look through the stuff I bought today and find what I wanted to wear. I slip on the ripped jeans with a red off the shoulder shirt, I didn't realize it, but it's cut a little short, and you can see a small bit of my stomach peeking out at times. Some of the girls wear almost nothing sometimes, I feel practically naked with an inch of me showing.
My door opens, and Lucy walks in with Tracy. "Sorry, she heard I was helping you get ready and then I couldn't lose her."
“Whatever,” Tracy pushes past her. “I gave you your first ‘I want to look like a hot MC chick’ makeover.”
Lucy laughs, “I can’t even argue with you.”
“I have to say you did pretty decent with the outfit MJ” Tracy circles me almost like a lion with its prey. “I know what will complete this.” She leaves before saying anything else.
"You really do look great Emma. Don't mind Tracy, she picks on you out of love. If she didn't like you, then you'd basically be invisible." Lucy pulls a curling iron out of her bag and plugs it in before resting it on the dresser. "I know from experience that you probably have no idea how to use all this makeup. Tell me what you're comfortable with. A little bit, or the full monty?"
I think back to the kinds of girls that will be here tonight, and to how much I want Mikey to notice me in a sea of gorgeous women. “I want it all.”
"Okay, let's get to work then." Lucy pulls a chair over and gestures for me to sit down.
"I'm back and with the completing pieces." Tracy shuts the door behind her. When she turns around, I see tall black leather boots with a heel on the bottom. "Knee high boots are a must, and it will drive the used to be prospect crazy. Also," she holds up a large pair of hoop earrings. "These will be sexy as hell, kind of like a Sandy at the end of Grease feel." I look at her not understanding what the heck she's talking about. "Right, sheltered. Never mind."
Lucy and Tracy start unpacking the different kinds of makeup, and she is totally right saying I have no idea what half of this does. Lucy starts my hair while Tracy goes to work on my makeup. I almost feel like I'm in one of those movies where someone gets a makeover. After what feels like an eternity they both take a step back from me with a smile on their faces.
"Hell, yes," Tracy says as she starts to put the makeup back in the bag. "Tank is definitely gonna be firing his missiles tonight."
"Tracy!" Lucy slaps her on the shoulder. "She's my niece, and she isn't even eighteen yet."
“Says the girl who was making out with Whip in the strip club dressing room at seventeen.” She walks toward the door. “Pot calling the kettle black, Luce.”
Tracy leaves, and I turn around to look in the mirror. I barely recognize the girl looking back at me. My hair is full with large curls that frame my face and flow all around me. My eyes pop with the grays, and silvers Tracys used. I slip the boots she gave me on and wobble a little when I first stand up.
I can totally do this.
“You ready?” Lucy looks at me.
“As I’ll ever be.” I offer her a smile and follow her into the main room.
