C H A P T E R 4 : Say yes to the dress
Amary's dress above.
Expect anything from anyone, the Devil was once an Angel.
-unknown
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At the end of the school day, the bell rings — an annoyingly loud and tedious sound that all students loath and love simultaneously.
I watch in amusement as the children in my Art class stubble out of the class as fast has their feet can manage so they could escape quicker. Feeling impress with their speed I collect my own school supplies and leave the class rather slowly; not feeling the mood to hurry.
Whilst walking towards my locker a thick yet velvet voice causes me to freeze in my tracks.
I turn around to face the voice's owner.
“Hey Flower,” Ace greeted while trying move through the sea of moving teenagers.
“Hi, ” i manage to say but my voice came out a little squeaky, so I cleared my throat.“Hey, how was the first day?”
“Better than I imagine.”
We round the corner to my locker so I put in the combination then after putting my school items in.
“Happy to know we both saw this day from opposite perspectives,”I mumbled sadly.
Taking out my new Harry Potter book. I slid it under my arms protectively then reaching out to close my locker.
“I take it that your day wasn't all that good” he observed.
Because he is now right behind me I can faintly feel his hot breath on my neck, causes me to shiver in delight.
Well if you include me meeting you then yes.
But I was not going to admitted that to him. Not now ,not today,but never.
“Not that good? Hell is a better place than my math class,”I slam my locker shut just to prove my point.
“Sorry to hear that Flower,” he said offering one of his infamous smile making my stomach flip in joy.
“Well Art made up for the sadness anyway. Wait Flower?” I ask with my own smile. Gosh I haven't feel this happy to talk to anyone except my best friends at school.
“Yep,what's wrong with 'Flower'?,” he smirk giving the ‘p’ a little pop.
“I don't know. Why flower?”I ask raising an eye brow.
Even though the nickname is a bit weird, I have to admitted : I feel special.
“I thinks that's something you need to figure out on your own,” he whispers in my ear.
I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks and am pretty sure its Scarlett red right now.
Trying to change the subject I ask.“ What makes your day so eventful anyways? I'm sure classes aren't that exciting.”
Leaning on the locker for supporting his back and staring at me with intense he said,“Well I meet this cute brunette who loves to blush and has a smile brighter than stars.”
That can't be me. Right?
I blush yet again earning a laugh from Ace.
“See you around Flower, at the party tonight perhaps.Gotta go.”
“Bye, ”I called out seeing that he was in a rush to go.
But before he rounds the corner he turned around sending me a smirk and a wink causing me to blush once more.
I inwardly curse myself for making the irrational decision of calling out to him, instead of choosing to stay quite in the first place.
The curios looks from the few students in the hall are making me a tad bit nervous.
Maybe a lot more nervous but I blame my social anxiety.
Looking around to see most of the hall empty, I member that I have to meet my sister out front for a drive home since mine needs repairing.
With that in mine I walk towards the school parking lot with a never ending smile playing in my lips.
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“Hey little Sis. How's the first day of senior year so far?,” my sister Marette ask.
I open the front seat door next to hers and took shotgun.
“A nightmare,” I mumble dropping my previous smile.
“Oh don't worry,”she begins,“it gets worst during the year.”
Is she kidding me!
“That was very soothing Marette,”I said sarcastically.
She turns and give me a smile, “Glad I could help.”
“Anywho,”she sings breaking the endless silence created in the car.“Whats up with the smile, you glowing so bright it hurts my eyes.”
I look out the window seeing our two stories beige,modern home up ahead.
I push my tongue out. Childish has hell. And giggle, “So not funny,” I mumble,“Curiosity killed the cat sis.”
Just on queue she drive in the drive way and shut off her car; a red Toyota,whist stepping out.
I quickly do the same and hurry up the drive way running around the high polished fountain to the door.
It doesn't take a genius to find out that I'm trying to reach my room to avoid Marette's questioning eyes. Unfortunately fate isn't on my side. Now that I think about it; fate was never on my side to begin with. The unlucky is forever to be with me.
My phone rings; a loud sound of Alessia Cara blasting through the air singing 'here'.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I curse whisper while trying with all my human speed to press the green icon.
The name 'Bestie' with a goffy picture of Izzy is visable on my iPhone screen.
“What?,” I ask proceeding to run up the stairs. But has I said before 'unlucky is forever to be with me', I trip nearly falling back in the mist.
I will send my baluster a thank you letter and a pat later on.
“Is that how you greet your fairy godmother?” she said and I could almost feel her smirking at me.
Reaching to my room at the end of the hall where my light pink door stood with 'Amaryllis' on it in bold colors.
“And ...... whats that suppose to mean,” I push my room door open then walk over to my full length mirror, I smile at how funny my face scrunches up when am confuse.
“ Oh come on think Amary ”she pleads, but am still confuse has ever.
I push my body frontwards dropping on my bed with my head buried in my pillow.
“I don't know,” I turn around on my back and answered.
She sighs “Of course you don't know. How the hell can you forget about the party tonight,”she hiss.
“Well I remembered....... but—.”
“Oh My God,” she cut me off screaming,“don't tell me you decided not to go?”
“Well you tell me not to tell you so.....bye then.” I end the call cutting off her because she have the potential to persuade me to go.
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I'm outside my balcony, finishing up the 5th chapter of my new Harry Potter Story, when my mom calls out my name from outside my room door.
Freaking fantastic.
And right when the book gets interesting.
“Hunny, ” she shouts again against my wish.
“Coming Mom!”I shouted back annoyed.
A girl's gotta read.
I push open the door getting a view of her modest pose.
My mom is a slender woman like myself but broader, light blonde hair that Marette inherited and dark brown swirling in her bright eyes.
She smiles when she eyes my book in my right hand.
“Is there a problem Mom?” I ask bored, but she doesn't seem to catch on.
“Oh nothing hun,” she shakes her head with her perfect smile still intact.
I raise a eyebrow.
So she really just called me out here to look at me.
Realizing what she just said she shakes her head once more.
“What I mean to say is that: I'm not the one who wants you;Izzy does.”
“I —,” I was cut off by Izzy.
“Hello there. Sorry Mrs.Avon but can you please excuse us for a moment,” Izzy ask,with eyes pleading my mom to hurry,but she doesn't seem to ever catch up on expressions these days.
“How many times do I tell you to call me Maria,Izzy, you always makes it sound like I'm that old.”
Thats what she says anyways but we all know the truth why the term 'Mrs.Avon' makes her frown.
Izzy steps around her while mattering "got yah" and pushing me inside my room.
I sat on my bed quietly whist Izzy closes the door and head over to my closet tossing out some pieces of clothing on my bed.
“What the hell?!” I ask astonished.
I mean who wouldn't freak out.
OK so maybe am exaggerating a little bit. But how can you tell it's not some secret item to save the world hidden in my closet. Just saying.
“Calm down Amary, am just searching for some thing for you to wear. And I don't care if you refuse, Reese is here to drag you out if he has to and your parents doesn't mind; I already got permission too,” she says then pause waiting for my response but I could do was open my mouth in shock.
“My parents did?” I ask wondering if my ears were deceiving me.
“Yup they did,” she shrug,“something about living a little. I agree with them to the Max Amary, you need to live a little. Just this once I promise.”
Smiles at me before turning back around to roam through my closet. She sequels in joy before turning around to show me what she found.
In her hand held like a prize award is a white laced dress reaching about mid thigh that my mom give me last Christmas.
That dress was hanged in the back of my closet long forgotten about.
“Wow ” I breath out. Because even though I hate to admitted it this dress is really cute.
Its.
The.
One.
“Say yes to the dress chica,” Izzy sass happy for finding the dress.
But instead of been denial I shouted out with amusement a big, “YES!”
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A/N
I hope y'all excited about the party as much as Izzy is.
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