Don't change

I was tired of being the geek, the loner, the fat one. I wanted more than one friend. I wanted to be popular, pretty, sexy. So I got a makeover..


19. Family Dinner


Mum and Dad came in and got ready for dinner, while I cooked it. It was an easy chicken dish, Tamborine chicken, that I had been taught in my Food Tec classes. However, it looked really fancy, and I was desperate to impress them. They came down just as dinner was ready and I dished it up onto the plates.
We all started eating and an awkward silence filled the air. Summoning up some courage, I took a deep breath and put a fake smile on my face. "Hey guys, how was your trip?" I enquirer, trying to make my voice sound light and airy, not tense and shy like I felt.
"It was good," Dad replied, "this huge American company has decided to become partners with us!"
"That's great!" I said, my smile real now. It was good that they did this for the company, and hopefully now they might be able to stay at home more.
"Maya, honey, your makeover! You look beautiful!" Mum exclaimed, and I had to try hard not to make my smile turn into a Cheshire Cat-style grin. "Your hair! Your clothes! You really are gorgeous, where did you get it done?"
This was the bit I hadn't been looking forward to - when I had had my makeover I had gone to the best places in town. For my new clothes as well, I hadn't really worried about money, and my contacts were pretty pricey.
"Ohh, umm, I went to Helen & Helena for my hair and Bellisimo for my eyebrows and stuff. I got my contacts at Vision Express and for my new outfits I just shopped around."
What I didn't mention was that all my stuff had come to well over £300, when shopping I had kind of lost my head. I was very glad of the up-to-date magazines in the beauticians, so I knew what were the current trends.
I waited for the shouting, but it never came.
"Don't worry about the money sweetie!" Dad exclaimed, "we had a rise because of the partnership, and it's always good to treat yourself once in a while."
I let out a huge breath that I didn't know I had been holding onto. With that weight off the shoulders, I could talk freely. It was nice talking normally again, not worrying about my social standing, and just being me.

That night when I went to bed, I slept perfectly. I didn't worry about Alex, being popular, friends or anything. I didn't dream anything, but I liked it. The blackness was comforting, and I'm pretty sure I slept with a smile on my face.

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