"Grace" a voice whispers.
"What?" I question groaning.
"How was your date?" it questions.
I rub my eyes and sit up from my bed.
"Claire we have school tomorrow and it's the middle of the night" I state.
"We have four more hours of sleep it's no big deal. Can you just tell me?" she insists.
"No!" I snap.
"Go back to sleep" I order.
"Can you at least tell me where he took you?" she questions.
I lay back down with a sigh of defeat.
"To the expensive restaurant we usually go on special occasions" I answer.
She gasps.
"That's a lot of money" Claire states.
"Depends on what you buy" I reply.
"Not even like that" she argues.
"Yeah that's true" I agree.
"How did he get you into that place and managed to buy you food?" Claire questions.
"Claire he has a job, which helps him earn money. He has enough money to take his girlfriend out" I explain.
She lets out a huff.
"I still can't believe you guys are dating" she thinks out loud.
"Claire would you just go to sleep!?" I bark.
"Ok ok don't cut my head off. Goodnight jeez" she says getting back into her covers.
"Goodnight".
~*~
"Morning mom, dad" I smile.
"Morning. Are you going to eat anything hun?" she questions.
I check the clock.
"Umm yeah I think I have time" I state.
"Eat breakfast I'll drive us to school don't worry about walking!" I hear Claire shout from upstairs.
"Fine" I sigh grabbing a plate of toast, scrambled eggs, 2 large raisen and oatmeal cookies, with a glass of milk.
"She better not make us get late. I bet you she's still putting makeup on in the bathroom or ironing her hair" I roll my eyes.
"Well maybe you should start spending more time on your appearance too" my mother suggests.
I give her a look.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I ask.
She shrugs her shoulders, "Nothing, it just means that you should try and spend more time on your appearance" she repeats.
"Are you trying to call me ugly?" I ask.
"Oh God no, you're my gorgeous little baby, why on earth would you think that Grace?" she questions.
"Because you're implying it" I retort.
"Was not" she argues.
"Whatever" I mumble.
"It's school, not a fashion show" I retort after a few seconds on silence.
I hear her sigh.
"Still you should look more presentable you know for Slade and for yourself, but more for yourself. How about you try a different look, pass a comb or brush through that hair more often, something! Anything!" she replies.
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Geek Transformation.
Teen FictionSometimes the saying 'if you tell a lie over and over again maybe someone will believe it' is accurate in the lives of certain creatures. Like me. But not anymore. They thought they had completely knocked me down and that there was nothing left of m...