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rather repulsive honestly. This is rather tedious and time consuming, and I wonder why she does this every morning. She dusted my eyelids, smudged eyeliner and I thought she was going to attack me when it got to the mascara. Truly this is something I’d never do on my own, and I don’t know what made me think this was a good idea. Once she was done painting a Picasso on my face, she wanted to do my hair.
    “Excuse me? You want to do what to my hair?” I slam in protest.
    “Flat iron it.” Jenn says, so matter-of-factly like this is something normal.
    “As on an ironing board and everything? I don’t think so!” I almost stomped my feet.
    “No, no Georgia. It looks like a crimper or a curling iron, just flat.”
    “Oh… Still, I don’t know…” I trail off in bewilderment. “Can we hold off on that, maybe we can try that for the party. Just pin it up or something?” I offer.
    “OK, that’s a solid compromise. I don’t think we have time to flat iron all of your hair now that I am getting a good look at it.” She says, analyzing everything on my head and playing with my hair. It’s so calming having people play with your hair, I could fall asleep.
    After about 4 more minutes, she was done and I was free to look in the mirror.
    “Oh my gosh! I look so different!” I shriek in disbelief.
    “Do you like it Georgy?” Jenn was almost scared of my reaction I think.
    “Yes, definitely, I don’t look too overdone like some of those other girls, thankfully! I just can’t stop looking at myself, it’s insane, I feel… I don’t know how I feel…” I mutter in shock
    “Pretty?” Jenn offers in such a sweet tone, it was comforting.
    “Yes. I feel pretty.” I can’t wait to see the look on Harper Kelly’s face when she gets a good look at this. Or Jason, oh gosh, I hope he likes it too. Now I am getting nervous.
    Quickly I ran and threw an outfit together, something just slightly out of the norm for me, and yet still keeping true to my country roots. I can’t believe everything that is happening so fast; graduation, my imminent independence, boy issues. It’s enough to drive any sane girl mad! I don’t know if I could take anymore stressors, good or bad. And then there is prom! Oh my gosh, prom. I got to get my mind off of all of this.
    At school, everyone seemed to notice me, which at first I have to admit I wasn’t comfortable with. Shane kept looking at me and he looked more confused that I am. Misty did throw me a bone though; she said I looked nice and sophisticated. I just wish I felt more comfortable in my own skin, painted or not.
    I have English before lunch today, and Jason is in that class with me. I wonder what he will think; I can’t wait to see his reaction! I hope it’s a good one.
    Once the bell rang for class to start, I made my way over to my usual seat, which is a few rows by him and I sat in such a way that I could see him once he walked in. If he notices I want to see his reaction. I am hoping for more bee-stung lips!
    Finally he walked in with one of the other guys from the baseball team, Nick I think? Nick Seagars, I believe his name is… I’m not sure. But here he is, Jason Grimes, standing in the doorway staring at me, staring right back at him. And there it is, what the whole purpose of this science experiment, the golden fruits of my labor…. There is a smile on his lips!
    Quickly I blushed and looked away. My boldness has faded off and now, here I am all made up wanting this boy to notice me and I can’t look him in the eye anymore.
    “Mind if I sit here today?” a voice speaks up.
    “Sure, that’s fine.” Oh my gosh he wants to sit next to me. What do I do? What on earth do I do?
    “You look great, Georgia.” Jason croons, while looking dead at me.
    Stunned like a deer in headlights, I can only just look down at my books and blush.
    “Thank you, Jason.” I whispered so soft, I am not even sure if he heard me.
    “Do you have plans for lunch today? Would