Katrina

low self-esteam

" I am not going to a stupid party!" I screamed.

" Please, please, please, I don't want to go alone," Jason begged.

" Yeah and I don't want to go, period."

" Why?"

"Jason, you know I don't do anything social."

" well, yrah. But I don't know why."

" oh, and I am not going to."

" Since you won't go I deserve to know why."

" Fine. I am not going because I am freaking ugly, I don't have anything to wear, and its bad enough being single for it. I don't need to show off the fact that I suck." I was screaming still but I was also had rivers flowing down my face. Jason came and sat next to me on my bed with his arm around me in a side hug for comfort,

His tone was hushed and soothing as he replied," No, you are not ugly, you are beautiful."

" you are just saying that so that I will go with you."

" Kitty, will you please come with me, I know I can get Zannie to come and give you a make over if want." He said now in his knees begging. I was a big wuss and he knew it which is why he kept pushng, he knew he could break me and he did, "Fine, but only if Zannie comes to the party, too."

" okay!"he was.excited now.

He called Zanthia, A.K.A Zannie, and she was here in less then 5 minutes. She brought her kit into my bed and started throwing an outfit at me.

I got into the mint dress that barly went to my upper thigh, but we found a nice pair of black leggings under nesth them with my black, sparkly ankle boots. She started with my hair and make up, she was crumping my hair making sure to use her hairspry in my brown hair, with natural blonde highlights and blonde tips, that went down way past my thighs, it went down barly past my knees, we had to put it up some how so we put it in the highest posibble ponytail, which made my hair now at mid-thigh. My hair needed the hair spray because of its naturally straight ness that would never stay in any curl for longer than an hour.