Do I Know You? (Parker)
Oct 31, 2013 20:22:59 GMT -5
Post by Dextra Phillips on Oct 31, 2013 20:22:59 GMT -5
Ugh this thing was uncomfortable. Seriously spankies were NOT her thing. At all. It was riding up in all the wrong places. Ugh, tonight would be a long night for sure, she just hoped that tonight would be worth it. That this costume would be worth it. Seriously, she felt like her sister, not that it was bad...completely, but all this blonde, fakeness was annoying. Even Izzy wasn't this bad. Why did she choose this costume? Why? Oh right, because she thought it would be funny. Well she was no longer laughing as she looked at herself in the mirror before heading off to the auditorium to meet Parker. Surely he'd get a laugh out of it though.
God dammit, what the hell was she doing?
Dextra looked down at her manicured fingers, all clean of any dark nail polish and frowned. Just one night, that's all that she needed this for. One night of being this stuck up preppy girl and then she could go back to being all gloom and doom. God, would Park even recognize her? She barely recognized herself in the mirror. All blonde, all boobs, all legs and very much no black. Maybe this was what her father wanted from her? A non-freakish daughter.
She tried to put that thought from her mind instead and headed out the door, towards the auditorium. She found herself smoothing the skirt down frantically, very afraid that she would be against dress code to the dance. The skirt wasn't all that short though, nothing worse than what the actual cheerleaders wore anyway. She shook her head, her ponytail swinging with the bow tied perfectly on top. She felt ridiculous upon entering the dance. Now to find Parker.
God dammit, what the hell was she doing?
Dextra looked down at her manicured fingers, all clean of any dark nail polish and frowned. Just one night, that's all that she needed this for. One night of being this stuck up preppy girl and then she could go back to being all gloom and doom. God, would Park even recognize her? She barely recognized herself in the mirror. All blonde, all boobs, all legs and very much no black. Maybe this was what her father wanted from her? A non-freakish daughter.
She tried to put that thought from her mind instead and headed out the door, towards the auditorium. She found herself smoothing the skirt down frantically, very afraid that she would be against dress code to the dance. The skirt wasn't all that short though, nothing worse than what the actual cheerleaders wore anyway. She shook her head, her ponytail swinging with the bow tied perfectly on top. She felt ridiculous upon entering the dance. Now to find Parker.