"Well? How do I look?" I smeared red chap-stick on my lips, added blush to my face, and posed, hands on hips.
Lilly, my sister made a face. "You look, --- different."
I sighed. "That's what it's supposed to look like." I let my arms fall to the side. "I'll go ask someone who'll give me a proper answer." I reached for some sunny's and slipped them on my eyes. I glanced in the mirror. "Nah." I too them back off again. "They'll hide my make-up." I gave one last touch and left.
I knocked on my best friends door, waiting impatiently. "Claire?"
"Oh hi-" Claire paused. "Are you who I think you are?"
"Who dyo' think I am?" I giggled.
"Uhm..." She waved her hands in the air. She shrugged. "Are you- new? You look..."
"It's me, Ashley!'' I interuppted excitedly.
"Ash? What did you do with yourself? And what's with that goofy hair-do?" Claire shut the door behind me.
I groaned. "Ugh!!" I calmed down. "How do I look?"
"Want me to be honest?" Claire laughed.
"It's goofy. The cothes are-" She didn't finish. "And the hair! And your make-up's thick. Who'd wanna dress like that?" The words stung me.
"Well! Lisa would!" I cried angrily.
"Lisa? Why are you dressing like Lisa?
"What a friend." I opened the door and stomped out. "I thought I'd at least get a compliment out of you!"
"But Ashley! Wait! I'm sorry!" She ran after me, but I took off.
"Woa."A voice sounded.
"Dalia!" Claire yelled, "Ok! What'd you hear?"
Dalia smirkqed. "Everything, Claire, everything."
"But Ashley! Wait! I'm sorry!" Claire had called. But I had kept on going. I left her in the dust. But, on the other hand, she deserved it. But I didn't know that Dalia was up to something. Something I knew neither Claire, or I, would enjoy.
It was 7:30 in the morning when I went to see Claire, and now it's 7:45, fifteen minutes till schooll starts. I didn't have time to change my hair-do or wash of the make-up, so I went to school in my uniform, and that.
I was surprised to see all eyes on me, as I entered the school yard. I looked around, and saw who I was looking for. Claire sat under the maple tree, all alone. She spotted me, and was ready to head over, when I gave her the look that said; "Forget it. You blew it."
I pushed my way through the crowd, only to bump into Lisa and her friends. "Well, hi shri-" She stopped at the 'shrimp' bit. "What did you do with your hair?"
"What? Y-you don't like it?" I gaped.
"What, are you crazy, or somethin'? I love it! Except, it's just too; me." Lisa patted me on the back. "I liked the make-up."
I grinned. "I wanted to ask, how do you become popular?"
"You already are. Look!
I gazed at all the kids wanting to talk to us, and crowding around us. "This is great!" I thought. Before, when I was 'simple'
I wasn't popular. Everyone ignored me.
I looked at Claire. Served her right she wasn't popular.
"Hi Cassy." I jogged over to one of Lisa's friends.
"You comin' tonight at 5:00?" She asked.
"Lisa. She's having a party. You're invited.
"Swell! Invited to a party. And, by the most popular girl in school!" I thought excitedly. I nodded. "I'll be there."
I waited impatiently for 5:00 to arrive, and finally, after what seemed like days, I found myself walking, fancy, towards Lisa's house.
Almost everybody in school was there. Well, not everybody, Claire wasn't there.
I was having so much fun, when suddenly, "Ash!!" I zoomed around.
"Claire!" I whispered a growl. "What'cha doin' here?"
My eyebrows narrowed.
A few kids, Dalia in the lead, ran up to Claire.
"We know a secret, we know a secret." Dalia pushed through the crowd. "Quiet everyone!" She yelled. "I have a secret about Claire!"
Everyone incuding me, crowded round. "Well, this might be fun." Lisa grinned.
Dalia continued. "Guess what! Claire made fun of Ashley's make-up and hair-do! She said it's goofy. She asked who would wear something like that. Claire doesn't deserve to have friends. She made fun of the most popular girl in school, Lisa!"
Everyone was mumering. People made mean remarks about Claire, and bruhed passed her.
Lisa walked up to her and pushed her. She curled her fingers into a fist, and pulled her arm back. "Wait." I stood infront of Claire. "What are you doing? Stop hurting my friend."
"Well well." Her fist loosened and dropped at her side. "Don't be such a goody tushos. She's weird. If you're gonna be a jerk, just leave my party."
"I thought you liked me for who I was!" I cried. "You just liked me becase I was like you, and everyone else. I remember I told Claire to be honest about my make-up, and she was. She was just watching out for me. She liked me for who I was. Just leave her alone."
The crowd murmuered again. A girl spoke up. "I never really liked this goofy make-up anyway. It just wasn't me. I just wanted to be popular."
"Yeah! Me too!" Someone yelled.
The next day at school I wasn't too surprised to see Lisa all alone, except for her friends, Cassy and Gabbie.
I turned to my best friend and squeezed her hand. "Thank you for loving me the way I am." I whispered.
"I'm sorry." Claire answered.
"Me too." I hugged her.
"Now, let's go try and cheer Lisa up.
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