She stared at them, the challenge that she had set for herself. They hung there menacingly…well, as menacingly as
an outfit could. She’d already styled her shaggy new hairstyle, smeared on some of the kissably pink lip gloss, lined her eyes with a swish of black liquid liner, and powdered down her already even skin…heck, she had even spritzed on the perfume she had bought some days ago- the most tolerably applicable one…a thing called princess. It was the least offensive of all the one’s she had tested since after spraying the subtly sweet scent onto herself she hadn’t spent five minutes or so coughing due to inhaling the scent. Yes, Miriam aka Mimi Elizabeth Ross was near ready for battle…all she had to do was finish putting on her damn armor.
She paced back and forth in her room, looking over the set one more time. The towel wrapped around her was getting exceedingly uncomfortable, though it wasn’t nearly as bad as the super Bra she had strapped herself into which lay hidden underneath. God, how did girls normally wear these?!
Idly she toyed with the strap, shifting it on her shoulder till it was in a reasonably comfortable position.
”Oh no, your not getting the best of me! Stupid clothes….” Marching over to the rack where the clothes hung she snatched the shirt off and tugged them on, her UK shirt first and the black tank after. One by one she pulled on each piece until she was finally pinning the last black heart earring onto her poor little ear buds. She’d even gone so far as to pierce them over the summer and they had healed up just in time for school to start again. She looked at herself in the mirror. Just like the store clerk said, the clothes suited her. She’d never be one of those vanilla sorta princess girls with ruffles and fluff….but the outfit screamed girl and edgy at the same time.
”Dear lord help me….I’m dead.” She wanted to rub her face in frustration, but it’d ruin her make-up. She wanted to run her fingers through her hair and tug, but it would ruin the style. Shoot, she felt like she couldn’t touch a damn thing as she grabbed her book bag and walked out the door. Her dad had gone already, thank goodness for that, and now all she had to do was drive herself to school and hide.
Tossing her bag into her dusty old bug with a faded blue paint job she stumbled over the heels only slightly while crawling into the car. Religious practice in the new shoes she had bought- all an attempt to make the legs this petite, five foot two inch, girl had seem a bit longer…they sorta did. Of course she had to go through the annoyance of adjusting her seat thanks to her sorta new height. She was dreading school, dreading it. She had practiced how to wear a casual expression so she wouldn’t look like she felt, like an idiot. It was all in one hope though…him, he had to notice it. Notice her! Hell, he already noticed her but it was about damn time he accepted her. She was here, she liked him, and yes Damnit she was a girl. It was time for this dude to get a clue and today was the day she’d help him in a big way. Reaching over she cranked up the radio- some generic rocker blurting out ragged lyrics and in an attempt to get pumped Mimi tapped her heeled feet and drummed along with her hands.
