My High School Life

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Isabella's POV~

I arrived at Amanda's house in twenty minutes. She lives in a very nice neighborhood considering that her family is rich as well. Her house was beautiful, at two stories high with blossoming flowers growing all around the white walls. Unaffected by its grandeur by now, I parked my car in the driveway and began the walk up to her house. A few moments later I was knocking on the door, which was later answered by one of Amanda's maids.

“Hello, Isabella. It's good to see you again. Amanda's up in her room waiting for you,” Sasha said, smiling cheerily at me.

“Thanks Sasha! And it's good to see you, too!” I said, sending a small wave over my shoulder as I walked up the stairs to Amanda's room.

Amanda's room was on the second floor of the house and her door was painted pitch black with a poster taped on it reading, 'Knock before you come in... or else.' Obediently, I knocked on the door, and soon Amanda whipped it open to fling herself at me.

“Hey Izzy! Great to see you!” she greeted cheerily.

“Yeah, you too,” I said, returning her hug briefly before walking into her room, closing the door behind me.

Like her door, her room was also painted black. She had posters of punk-rock bands plastered all over her walls and she had a queen sized bed with black and white sheets. Her thirty-two inch TV hung in between two emo posters and her desk was littered with books and her laptop. From my initial description of her mixed in with her obviously bubbly (and slightly temperamental) personality, this might come as a surprise. She just doesn't act like the typical goth people you see or heard about. Yes, I spoke correctly. My best friend is, indeed, a goth. She's into all of the punk/rock stuff, she dresses in dark clothing, and wears dark makeup, but she's an extremely cheerful person. I know it's weird, but that's my best friend for you.

“So why are you here so late? You're usually here by three o'clock on the dot. It's already three thirty,” she asked, siting down cross legged on her bed.

“Well, I had a little... interference on my way here,” I said absently, thinking about Thomas and his friends.

“Yeah? What happened?” she asked curiously.

“Well, Thomas and his friends -” I began to say, before I got interrupted by Amanda.

“Wait... Thomas? As in the football captain? What did he do to you!” she asked quickly.

“Well...” I began to say, hesitating at her reaction.

“What did he do?” she demanded.

“He tripped me, took my glasses, and was just messing with me,” I admitted.

“He did what?” she yelled angrily.

“Calm down, it's fine. I'm used to it,” I said soothingly, attempting to calm her down.

“No, Izzy, I won't! I hate to see you like this,” she said sadly.

“It doesn't matter, it happens all the time.” 

“No, it needs to stop, and we'll prove how good looking you are at this party tonight.” The determination that sparked in her eyes scared me a little.

“How?” I asked, disbelievingly.

“I'm going to turn you into the hottest chick there.” 

“Yeah, that's never going to happen. Do you not see how I look?” I asked pointing at my body.

“So? It doesn't matter how your body is, you're pretty.” She shrugged as if she didn't need to explain any more.

“Yeah, sure,” I said to pacify her, not really believing it.

“Trust me. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be agreeing with me,” she sang as she giggled.

“Yeah, okay,” I said rolling my eyes.

Amanda took out her phone, and quickly dialed a number. She placed it next to her ear and ignored my inquiries as someone picked up the other end.

“Mr. Neon, I need your best hair and makeup artist here. Now!” she stated in a very business-like voice.

“Alright miss, I'll get on that as quickly as possible!” I heard him murmur back to her.

“Good,” Amanda said, smiling as she snapped shut her phone.

“Well Izzy, they're going to be here very soon. I can't wait for tonight!” she exclaimed excitedly as she jumped up and down.

“Great,” I said feigning my happiness. This was going to be a long night...

~Two hours later~