Lipstick Answers

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I brushed my teeth, sleepily, & rinsed my mouth. I put the brush back in its place, & splashed water on my face & forced my eyes open.
****. Another pimple had developed over night on my forehead. I rubbed the spot, making the pimple red.
Shuddering with the scary thought of the pimple, I left the bathroom, & headed up to my room. I went into my closet, & brought out my outfit of the day: a white semi-transparent cotton shirt, & a pair of black skinny jeans.
I matched it with red lipstick, & eyeliner & long lash mascara. My black bra showed through my lacy white shirt. Perfect! That should get all the hot guys’ attentions.
I went down to breakfast, after finishing the look with a purple Gucci tote. I tossed it on the sofa, & sat down at the dining table, where my step mother, Janice, was buttering a toast. She eyed me disdainfully.
“What are you wearing, Sarah”?” she asked, pointing the butter knife at me.
I looked down at myself. “What’s wrong with it?”
She looked at me as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the whole world. “Your black bra is showing through your white shirt!” she pointed out. “Can you please sober up a bit?”
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Janice!” I said. “Get with it. This is in the vogue right now.”
Janice took a deep breath. Then she said, “I wish you would stop dressing like a total skank.” The last part came out as a whisper, but I caught it with my sharp ears, anyway.
“And I wish you would stop butting in my life, & keep out.” I tried to keep the words sugar coated, of course, but it was simply impossible to keep the hatred for her off my voice.
She was worse than an evil stepmother you read about in fairy tales. Because she was not exactly evil. She was somewhat annoying, & would never stop advising me about the way I dress. And I could never eat breakfast in peace until I dressed like Virgin Mary.
“You need to listen to Janice,” said my dad.
Did I mention the part where my dad butts in? The only solution now is that I carry my bowl of cereal to the backyard & eat in the company of our dim witted Labrador, Dolce, whom I really have a hard time to keep away from sniffing my bowl. I have to scream really loud at him before he would back off.
Then I picked up the bowl & headed off the backyard as per my usual routine. Kirsten & Mark, my eight year old step siblings were arguing, or rather screaming, about the channel dad had tuned the TV to. Mark yelled in my ear, “HBO!”
“Back off!” I snarled, & exited the room for some peace of mind.
I sat down on the porch steps, & ate my cornflakes. When I was finished, I dumped the bowl in the kitchen sink for the maid to clean it later on.
Then I grabbed my tote & twenty five dollars of allowance of the day. I took my red Mercedes Benz SL-Class keys & went into the garage. The four cars stood in a line.
I got into my Merc, & revved. I nearly hit the lamp post near the house, but I seldom cared, as this is the way I always drive, & have been driving for three years now. Until now, the lamp post has not suffered any kind of injury at all.
I drove to my school – St. Stephen’s Academy. I got a parking spot, & parked my car there.
I hoisted the tote on my shoulder, & walked up the huge stone steps. The school was one of the best in the whole of Miami.
I went over to my locker. The next locker to mine belonged to my best friend, Jessica Masterson. She was there, reading something.
I sneaked over to her, & said in her ear, “Boo!”
As usual, she just gave me her bored look, & told me to stop yelling every time I saw her, because it did not affect her at all.
“What are you reading?” I snatched the paper out of her hands. It was covered in pink little hearts. Sick, I tell you.
Jessica was a lesbian. But thankfully, she never, ever tried anything sexual with me, though I doubt she does not have any feelings about me. Yuck! She knew I was totally heterosexual.
“Ooh!” I teased her. “Love letter!”
The letter was from Sophia Burton, another notorious lesbo. I handed back it back to Jess. I could not read it much, on account the writing was overlapped with pink crayon.
“Thrilling, isn’t it?” Jess said dryly. “God, it was just one kiss. She wants to sleep with me already! Can you please explain me why? She’s not even very good looking!”
I don’t understand the chemistry between homosexuals, so I was the last person to know the reason why Sophia wanted to **** my best friend. Go ask a homosexual, I wanted to say.
“I am throwing a sleepover,” she said, tearing the letter. “It’s on for tonight. Lots of girls. You’re on the top of my list, of course. Don’t worry, most of the girls have their own boyfriends.”
I laughed. “I’ll come – even if it was an all lesbo party. But would have just made it sure that I would be sleeping in another room, of course.”
“So, see ya tonight,” Jess said. “And wear those pink pyjamas, please! I love them.”

‘Luelle, over here!’ my best friend Angel shouted from somewhere in the busy school rush, waving her arms madly so I could spot her. Sure enough, I saw her pretty brunette head bob up a few times, & so I pushed my way through the crowd towards her. Before I could reach her, though, I was stopped by Alan Tennwick, that geek.
‘Oi, Lu-babes,’ Tennwick leered, a lustful glint in his eye. ‘Johnson said he fancies having a slap at your peachy ***.’
Disgusted, I flipped Tennwick the finger & worked my way through the mass of students to Angel, who was waiting on the other side. I noticed she had rolled up her regulation black pleated school skirt twice, that she had applied wine red lipgloss & dark brown mascara, & that she was beaming from ear to ear. I said happily, ‘Hey hun, what’s got you up dressed so nice? Want to impress a guy on the way home so you can ditch me?’ I teased her & her face flushed slightly.
‘No, no guY,’ she smiled, looking away to something & twiddling her glossy, naturally curly chestnut hair in her fingers. ‘Shall we get going then? We could go to yours – you have the biggest clothes collection I’ve ever seen, after all!’ She laughed & so did I – my ebony wardrobe was absolutely huge, & I still had designer bags with lots of clothes in shoved next to it!
‘Okay,’ I smiled, & shrugged my school bag back on my shoulder. We weaved our way through the students & out of those school gates for the weekend! I couldn’t wait. We had planned to go to the local pub to start off with, & then move on to the hottest night club in the city, Escapades, partying until four in the morning or later!
It was both our sixteenth birthdays, after all, & we sure could pass for eighteen! We looked like eighteen year olds, anyway. Angel was a tall brunette with tanned skin & grey eyes which I did adore actually. I was a slightly shorter, but still tall, natural platinum blonde with honey-brown eyes. We both had slim figures, but still had curves in the right places.
When we approached my new car, a sleek & sexy obsidian Lamborghini Murcielago, I flicked the switch for the car to unlock & it did so perfectly. I slid into the driver’s seat & Angel clambered in next to me, sighing at the feel of the comfortable lush seats. My dad had bought me this car for my birthday – it had cost over two hundred thousand pounds, but he could certainly afford that & it was so worth it.
Swiftly I started up the engine & soon we were rocketing up the motorway, driving at an extremely fast pace towards my family mansion, just outside Wiltshire, where my school, Dane Hall Secondary School (a mixed private school), resided. I & Angel kept up a friendly banter all the way, & when we reached my house, Angel gasped slightly like she always does. She may have an extravagant house, but my dad makes bloody loads. I often wonder how, but he never really tells us, & if he does, it’s so vague I can’t decipher a true answer.
Soon, we were walking through the extravagantly decorated hallway that led towards my bedroom, & I pushed open the beautifully made ebony double doors. I & Angel both had already kicked off our high heeled black school shoes around eight or nine corridors ago, so we just flopped on the extremely comfortable bed & relaxed for a minute.
Then Angel sat up & a gleeful smile spread across her face. ‘Now, Luelle, let’s raid your wardrobe.’
Three hours later, I & Angel were dressed up to the nines, looking quite sexy if I say so myself. I was wearing a tight black corset dress which was decorated by really cute blood red ribbon ties. It reached just past the middle of my alabaster thighs & skimmed my pert bum! I had my hair in a half up & half down style, with the two ponytails tied with a blood scarlet ribbon & the rest of my luminescent, shimmering blonde hair cascading down my back. With this I was wearing horizontally striped long socks which went roughly to my knees & were slightly different lengths – the stripes were black & blood red & had a red ribbon on each. With all this I wore my trusty old Converse & a touch of wine red lipstick.
Ever a fashion icon, Angel had decided to wear my cute gothic lolita black & aqua dress. It had a beautiful corset top but it went out for the skirt; a bit like a Fifties skirt. She also wore striped long socks – the same as mine except they were the black & turquoise version. She wore black & white Sketchers on her dainty feet & had applied wet-look mascara, clear shimmering lipgloss & a touch of liquid eyeliner, setting off the look. She even slid in a cute little turquoise star clip which seemed to sparkle beautifully!
Angel looked at me, winked, & said, ‘Okay, let’s go already, Lu!’ Identical grins spread across our beautifully made up faces & we sprinted through the many