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3. I Have Cheekbones!

I got home from an extremely tiring day in school. I don't know how I manage to deal with 6 hours of hell, 5 days a week. Argh!

 
As usual my dad wasn't home so the house was pretty quiet. I couldn't be bothered to change out of my clothes, they were quite comfortable actually.

  
I made my way to the kitchen and looked through the fridge. I hadn't eaten much today so I was more hungry than usual.

  
I settled on a bowl of fruit before slumping on the couch and opening up my laptop.

  
I scrolled through my Facebook feed, silently wishing that my life was as exciting as some of the people on here. I never really uploaded anything to Facebook, unless it's a videos of puppy's howling the lyrics too some old hit song that I've shared with Jess. Most of my news feed was filled with selfies and pictures from last nights parties. Sometimes I wish that I could be popular. I wish I could be the one all the boys swooned over, but then again I don't. I like to be in my own company and be able to stay in the shadows of popular students.

  
As I was scrolling, I heard my front door knock. I got up and went to answer the door.

   
When I opened the door, I was shocked too see Jess standing there holding a variety of bags and boxes.

    
"Are you gonna let me in then?" She questioned impatiently.

   
"Um Ye I guess." I answered.

  
Before I could ask Jess what the hell she was doing she dropped all of her clutter onto the sofa and began talking.

   
"The party tonight, your coming and I've seen your wardrobe and I didn't think you would have anything suitable so I've brought some ideas."

  
I froze.

  
"Wait what?" I stuttered. "I am not going to any party. No way. Especially not on a Tuesday night."

  
"Yes you are. Now take these and try them on." Jess ordered as she shoved me up stairs.

  
There were about 13 dresses all together. Most of which were 'too bright' or 'too big' according to Jess.

  
One of them was strapless and because I have the tiniest breast in the world, every time I moved the dress fell to my hips.

   
We were now on the 9th dress. To be honest I really didn't like the look of this one. It was black and tight. Jess said that it was too small for her so it could fit me. It had various straps which formed a cris-cross pattern on the top of my chest and the straps continued as a cris-cross until the middle of my shoulder blades. It ended mid thigh and was the shortest dress out of the lot.

   
I came out from the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

  
"Woah." Was all Jess said.

  
I sighed. "I know it looks terrible."

  
Jess paused and gave me a confused look.

   
"No! It's...it's...PERFECT!" She almost shouted.

  
"No it's not."