excitedly. “We
are going to be the best of friends.”
“Hello,
Amelia. I’m Doug and you’ve already met
my Jessica.” He stepped forward out of
the crowd and Jessica dropped Amelia’s hands. He was taller than Amelia but not by much and he had a deep tan. The kind of tan you could only get by
spending hours out in the sun. He had on
a white button up dress shirt with a tie and black slacks, a bit formal for a
Saturday, but Amelia quickly noticed that all the men were in the same sort of
get-up. He gave Jessica a look that made
Amelia blush. It was the kind of look
that should be private, filled with raw passion, devotion and pure love. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, before
turning back to Amelia. “Aren’t you a
cute little thing! ”
“Um, thanks I
guess,” Amelia said, thrown for a loop. What was wrong with this town? The idea of spending the day studying was looking better every minute.
“Look at her
hair,” another girl said, stepping out from the crowd. She was tall with an hourglass figure and
looked like she had just stepped off the runway. Everything about her
shined, from her long silky black hair right down to her patent leather bright
red heels. She took one of
Amelia’s hands and examined it closely. “And oh my God, she’s a biter. Those fingernails are hideous.” She put her hands on her hips, drumming her perfectly polished
fingernails against them, and looked Amelia over with a scowl. “And what in the world are you wearing? How could you possibly think that yoga pants
and a baggy sweater are flattering?”
“Wow, did you
really just say that?” Amelia said,
looking the girl over. Who did she think
she was?
“I’m Fiona by the
way,” the rude girl said. “And we won’t
be seen with you if you don’t make an effort Amelia. You aren’t some trailer trash anymore. You are one of us now and you need to act
like it.”
Amelia
bristled. “You seriously need to back
off.”
“I could give her
a manicure,” Jessica offered timidly, looking back and forth between Fiona and
Amelia as if she was waiting for the claws to come out.
“And I might be
able to do something with this frizzy mess,” another girl said from behind
Fiona. She stepped out and gave an
apologetic smile to Amelia. She looked
like a knock-off of Fiona: same hairstyle, same clothes, and same make-up. The only difference was that while Fiona was
hard looking and mean, this girl looked… friendly. “I’m Amber,” she introduced herself.
“Now ladies,”
Eric said, strolling in and draping an arm around Amelia’s shoulder. “Millie looks just fine.”
“ Right, and you would know,” Fiona sneered, and Eric laughed,
putting up his hands in surrender.
He winked at
Amelia and mouthed I tried and then
sauntered off to the gathered crowd of people, who were watching the girls, all
with amused smiles.
“There’s nothing
wrong with the way I look,” Amelia said through clenched teeth. What kind of guests came into someone’s home
and acted this way?
“Amelia, you’re a
VIP now,” Fiona said, wagging a finger at her like she was a child that needed
to be reprimanded. “You can’t be seen in
the community looking like… like you just rolled in from the streets.”
Amelia looked at
Angelle for help. “Don’t look at me,”
she said, her overly bright smile plastered on her face. “I think it’s a good idea. You never know, you might actually have fun.”
With Angelle’s
okay on the situation, the three girls grabbed Amelia and dragged her off,
promising she would look like a beauty queen when they were done with her.
CHAPTER 12
There were twenty-two houses on the gated
street, Amelia found out, all owned by Mr. Lang.
After the three hour makeover, which she
had to admit was fun, Amelia was set in the living room like an expensive
museum piece on display. For two
are going to be the best of friends.”
“Hello,
Amelia. I’m Doug and you’ve already met
my Jessica.” He stepped forward out of
the crowd and Jessica dropped Amelia’s hands. He was taller than Amelia but not by much and he had a deep tan. The kind of tan you could only get by
spending hours out in the sun. He had on
a white button up dress shirt with a tie and black slacks, a bit formal for a
Saturday, but Amelia quickly noticed that all the men were in the same sort of
get-up. He gave Jessica a look that made
Amelia blush. It was the kind of look
that should be private, filled with raw passion, devotion and pure love. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, before
turning back to Amelia. “Aren’t you a
cute little thing! ”
“Um, thanks I
guess,” Amelia said, thrown for a loop. What was wrong with this town? The idea of spending the day studying was looking better every minute.
“Look at her
hair,” another girl said, stepping out from the crowd. She was tall with an hourglass figure and
looked like she had just stepped off the runway. Everything about her
shined, from her long silky black hair right down to her patent leather bright
red heels. She took one of
Amelia’s hands and examined it closely. “And oh my God, she’s a biter. Those fingernails are hideous.” She put her hands on her hips, drumming her perfectly polished
fingernails against them, and looked Amelia over with a scowl. “And what in the world are you wearing? How could you possibly think that yoga pants
and a baggy sweater are flattering?”
“Wow, did you
really just say that?” Amelia said,
looking the girl over. Who did she think
she was?
“I’m Fiona by the
way,” the rude girl said. “And we won’t
be seen with you if you don’t make an effort Amelia. You aren’t some trailer trash anymore. You are one of us now and you need to act
like it.”
Amelia
bristled. “You seriously need to back
off.”
“I could give her
a manicure,” Jessica offered timidly, looking back and forth between Fiona and
Amelia as if she was waiting for the claws to come out.
“And I might be
able to do something with this frizzy mess,” another girl said from behind
Fiona. She stepped out and gave an
apologetic smile to Amelia. She looked
like a knock-off of Fiona: same hairstyle, same clothes, and same make-up. The only difference was that while Fiona was
hard looking and mean, this girl looked… friendly. “I’m Amber,” she introduced herself.
“Now ladies,”
Eric said, strolling in and draping an arm around Amelia’s shoulder. “Millie looks just fine.”
“ Right, and you would know,” Fiona sneered, and Eric laughed,
putting up his hands in surrender.
He winked at
Amelia and mouthed I tried and then
sauntered off to the gathered crowd of people, who were watching the girls, all
with amused smiles.
“There’s nothing
wrong with the way I look,” Amelia said through clenched teeth. What kind of guests came into someone’s home
and acted this way?
“Amelia, you’re a
VIP now,” Fiona said, wagging a finger at her like she was a child that needed
to be reprimanded. “You can’t be seen in
the community looking like… like you just rolled in from the streets.”
Amelia looked at
Angelle for help. “Don’t look at me,”
she said, her overly bright smile plastered on her face. “I think it’s a good idea. You never know, you might actually have fun.”
With Angelle’s
okay on the situation, the three girls grabbed Amelia and dragged her off,
promising she would look like a beauty queen when they were done with her.
CHAPTER 12
There were twenty-two houses on the gated
street, Amelia found out, all owned by Mr. Lang.
After the three hour makeover, which she
had to admit was fun, Amelia was set in the living room like an expensive
museum piece on display. For two
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