Wonderland

Chapter 2 and 3

The next day was different to the last for one very important reason: everyone was planning to go out. For majority of the day I tried my best to avoid everyone. Of course I wanted to spend time with these people (mostly). They were the people I was going to be spending the next few years with. There was only one problem which was I hate going out to nightclubs. I know that this is weird and often perceived as boring but I can't help it. Besides I don't drink so I would end up being the only sober person that night. Sadly, this state of mind is only understood by a few. My new friend was not one of the few. After class was done for the day she insisted that we go home to get ready for the big night out.

"I can't wait for this!" she jumped a little down the path when she said this. "You are so much prettier than Quincy and she is gonna flip."

All I could imagine now was Quincy beheading me just as Charlotte had insinuated before. I won't lie that terrified me. Unfortunately, we started right away with the beauty process. Eyeliner and mascara where apparently the essentials that I didn't bring. Who knew I needed them so much. I watched as Charlotte piled more and more makeup onto her face and stuck on eyelashes. This was always something I couldn't understand but she seemed happy with it so I didn't question it. Whatever made her happy must be how to live because it made everyone else happy too. I sat on my bed and spectated and laughed when I was supposed to. She talked about how she looked much better than Quincy and how horrible the other girls outfit had been today. I don't think she meant to gossip in that way but now that she had started she wasn't able to stop. Then she spun around from the tiny mirror which she gazed in and grinned at me.

"Your turn now."

She made it fun. We giggled like girls are supposed to and even sang along to the radio she put on. All of it was just like it looked in movies and for a while I was euphoric. I hadn't been here before and is was nice to feel like I was one of them. One of everyone. She applied eyeliner to my watery eyes and smeared foundation across my flawed skin. Lipstick was next and she elected to use red, claiming it would play well with my blonde hair. She knew what she was doing and by the end of this process I looked older somehow. I certainly looked different. I was unable to decide if I liked it. It was so different and I almost didn't recognise my own face as it stared back at me.

"You look good." Charlotte assured me. She must have seen the way that I looked at myself. "You just need the right dress now."

"A dress?"

"Yea I assume you brought one?"

"No. I have never worn a dress in my life."

She looked perplexed and walked over to her own wardrobe and peered in. she then lifted out a black dress with a tight look to it. She held it against me and before she even spoke I knew it would never fit me. My hips were much too wide and my bum sat out too much.

"Suppose you will have to go with some nice jeans and heels."

I sighed.

"No worries," She flashed me that grin again "They are gonna look great anyway."

I decided in that moment that I needed to buy some dresses. Shortly after this we were ready to go and we walked out the front of the dorms. Once there we stood and waited. I wasn't sure what we were waiting for.

"Why are we just standing here?"

"Some of the guys from class are gonna get a taxi with us, it's cheaper that way."

Now I spent the next couple of minutes dreading another awkward meeting. When they all got there they talked with ease and comfort. It was like they had known each other for years even though I was sure they had just met. I was just about ready to close up into myself when I spotted Carl. He had dressed up a bit in a nice leather jacket but the false glasses remained. If anything it was how I knew it was him. He saw me and waltzed quickly to my side.