Embroidered.Kisses
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I slowly, meticulously applied a fifth coat of mascara to my incredibly black eyelashes. I had just finished perfecting my black smoky eye look and with the help of some realistic fake eyelashes, my makeup was complete. I refrained from letting my fingers skim my face or foundation would cover the tips. I swear, I go through a tube of foundation a week.
I finished straightening and teasing my hair and stepped back for a finished look.
You could hardly tell that the beautiful girl staring back at you was damaged.
That was exactly what I was going for.
I glanced at the clock but knew before I saw the time that I was late again for my ride. I grabbed my purse and sprinted to the door, hoping to avoid Vincent and his delicious smelling breakfast.
I smiled as I saw Alora applying lipstick in her rear-view mirror and Emmie chatting on her cell phone in the backseat. Both looked up and waved at me as I shuffled over to the new white car.
“Hey girl!” Alora winked at me as I positioned myself in the passenger seat.
“Hi guys,” I said, thankful that the weekend was finally over.
Emmie ignored us both, averting all her attention to the person on the phone. “Who’s she talking to?” I asked Alora. She just smiled and shrugged.
“But hey. You’re wearing long sleeves again,” Alora’s face suddenly got serious as she pointed to my outfit.
“I know, Lor. I dressed myself,” I shrugged her off, hoping she’d drop it.
“Macey, it’s eighty-three degrees today. Everyone else is wearing tank tops,” Alora raised one eyebrow as she pulled to a stop in the school parking lot.
“Can we please get to school? We don’t wanna be late just because you’re worried that I’ll get overheated,” I smirked and reached to change the radio station.
Before I could react, Alora grabbed my arm and pulled it roughly towards her body.
She had her hand around my wrist in a death grip.
With her other hand, she quickly pulled up my sleeve, revealing all the scars of my life.
It all happened too quickly, I couldn’t jerk my hand away.
“What are these from?” Alora demanded, angrier than I’ve ever seen her.
I pulled away and tugged my sleeve down. “The cat.”
“You don’t have a cat, Mace!” Alora cried out at me.
“Well, what do you want me to say, Lor? That I cut myself? Well, yes, I do. Congratulations, you figured it out, Sherlock,” I yelled, angry that she had to force it out of me. I would have told her, but I wasn’t ready yet.
Alora stared at me a long time. Emmie hung up on her friend and sat solemnly in the back seat.
“Why, Macey? Why would you do this to yourself?” Her eyes bored into me like bullets.
I just shook my head. I couldn’t tell her about Vincent.
“Tell me, Macey, or this friendship is over.” She glared at me, her expression furious.
I gave in. I couldn’t bear to think about losing her because I was being secretive.
The car was silent for quite some time.
No one said anything.
No one moved.
Nothing.
Alora broke the silence by breaking my heart. “Get out.”
“What?” I breathed, not believing what I was hearing.
“Get the f*ck out of my car. I will not have a f*cking freak in my car,” Alora motioned to the outside.
I turned around to look at Emmie who was conveniently engrossed in her phone.
I swallowed hard and slowly got out of the car. Just as I closed the door, Alora backed up and drove away from me.
I was left standing alone in the quickly filling parking lot.
I looked to my left to see a boy staring back at me from across the pavement.
A boy with astonishingly blue eyes.
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Uhhh.. there's really no easy way of saying this but...
I'm going on vacation. TOMORROW.
Meaning, I will not be able to post Chapter Six for about a week ):
I tried to leave you guys off at a good spot, not too bad of a cliff-hanger(:
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