What Makes You Beautiful, Part 2
I jumped down from the breakfast bar, and delicately skipped up the beautiful red carpeted staircase. I swung open the door to my bedroom, and walked over to my closet. Inside was racks full of designer clothes, Hollister, Abercrombie, Dolce and Gabanna, I have everything. I pulled out a white Hollister shirt, that was perfectly fitted around my thin waist and flowed delicately down my arms.. Then, I reached for my Abercrombie skinny jeans, which made my legs look flawless, and slipped them on. Now, shoes. Usually I would dress in sleek polished-looking dresses, with huge heels, but today I was only going to school. Besides, no matter what I wear, I will still be beautiful.
I walked down the endless isles of shoes, and selected my favorite pair of pearl white ballet pumps with big OTT bows on the front, embroded with diamonds. Carefully, I pulled them down from the shelf and put them on the floor, being careful to keep the cream carpet perfect.
Then, I walked over to my make-up and accessories closet, and got all my MAC and NARS products, ready to be even more beautiful. After applying my make-up , I let down my long, dark brown hair, combing it exactly 132 times, making it shiny and perfect. My bangs fell perfectly across my forehead, but far enough away so you can see my perfectly beautiful shiney green eyes.
When I got downstairs, I went to the end of the hallway and sat in the hand-made, throne-looking golden chair with a red silky cushion, and pulled on my ballet pumps. Since I couldn't reach, I got my maid to get down my Coco Chanel handbag from the hook, which rested on my perfect shoulders. I walked outside and climbed into my dads shiny red Lambrogini.
Arriving at school, I climbed out of the car while everybody stared in me in awe. Not like I blame them.
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