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Even if you don't, let me know what you think. I haven't written a fictional piece since I was in high school, so it's been a while. Need to oil the rusty hinges.
Gemmie was pink cheeked average built girl. The girls at school would say tubby, but her mother always said she was beautiful. She had dark hair that often had a mind of it's own so she would tie it up and watch it wage a war against itself as the curls wound around one another. She has big dark eyes with long lashes that would often get lost in her thick untamed eyebrows.
"I still can't believe it!" she sighed as she threw herself down onto her bed.
"An invite for me? To the 'Dawls' sleepover? I didn't even know that Lennie knew my name!"
Her mum smiled at her. She remembered all too well how hard it was to be fourteen. While she was excited for her daughter she also felt apprehension that her baby girl didn't lose too much of herself in her teenage journey. She was an honest and reliable girl with a smart head on her shoulders. If she could just make it through high school a world of doors would open to her daughter, unlike her son who was seventeen and after her husbands passing two years ago had given up his determination in his academics and fulled all his aggression into athletics. Still at least he had that she thought to herself.
Gemmie was busy stuffing things into her bag for the sleepover.
"I doubt that anyone wouldn't know who you are honey."
"Mum, are you kidding me? This is LENNIE. She doesn't have to know who anyone is."
"Ok, well her parents are going to be there, yes?"
"Muuuum. Don't ruin this for me. Of course they will be there. Besides you can drop me off and pick me up in the morning."
Gemmie worried for a second that her mother wasn't going to let her go. She knew that a chance like this would not come her way again, and she needed this to work out. Eventually her mother relented giving her a smile and telling her to be in the car in five.
On the drive over Gemmie chatted giddily about the 'Dawls' to her mother. Apparently the 'Dawls' was a group of girls from her school. There was Lennie, Lizzie, Harrie, Jennie and Sasha. Her mother couldn't help but snort at the familiarity in the names and wondered if those were in fact their real names.
Once they arrived at Lennies, Gemmie burst out of the car before her mother could even put the handbrake on.
"Thanks mum. It's ok you don't need to walk me in I'll be right." Gemmie called, but her mother got out and walked to the door.
"Hey Gemmie. Hi Charlotte." Lennie greeted.
"Mum insisted on walking me to the door" groaned Gemmie.
"Hi Lennie, I just wanted to check that your parents were here and what time I should collect Gemmie in the morning?" Charlotte wasn't comfortable with this girl she had never met using her first name, but I guess this was the hip thing right now.
"Dad is working late tonight, and mum just went to pick up dinner but eleven o'clock should be fine." Lennie offered a pristine white smile which glowed against her tanned skin. Charlotte mused about she hated the cliched look popular girls seemed to follow, but here it was again twenty years later. Still she knew Gemmie was a clever girl and just wanted her to be happy.
"Ok seeya mum" Gemmie said. Charlotte could also take a hint.
"What's for dinner?" Gemmie asked Lennie as they made their way to Lennie's room.
"Oh, that? Not sure yet, I'm sure we will work something out if we get hungry later." Lennie said with a mischievous grin.
"But I thought you said your mum was getting dinner?" Gemmie asked confused but was only met with a laugh from Lennie as she opened the door to her bedroom. Bedroom isn't quite the right word though, the room was enormous. It was half the size of Gemmie's house! All the girls were already there and squealed at Gemmie's arrival like she was one of the gang already. This was going to be good Gemmie thought to herself.
After they chatted and danced around for a while Lennie shouted "MAKEOVERS" whilst raising a wine bottle into the air. Gemmie wasn't sure where that had come from but was so caught up in all the chatter and laughter that she just decided to let Lennie have her fun. It was her choice and she didn't need to drink some if she didn't want to.
After gushing over one another and watching the girls go through Lennies wardrobe and try on clothes Gemmie found herself the centre of attention. Suddenly there was green stuff being spread on her face the words "wax" and "dye" being thrown around as well as some tweezers pinching at her once thick eyebrows. This felt good though, the girls rattling off a strong of words Gemmie never thought would apply to herself. "Sexy, Gorgeous, Vixen, Supermodel."
She wasn't sure how long had passed, but a lot of music, and yeah ok, a few sips from that bottle later and these massive heels were being strapped on to her feet as she was hoisted upright and turned to look in the full length mirror.
Gemmie didn't recognise herself. It was like a garden had crawled into her room and instead of watching out of the window at the pretty world she was now part of it. An overgrown mess of beauty. Untamed. Wild. Free.
"Wow. I look so.....new." Gemmie said as she touched her face in awe.
"You're a Dawl baby" Lennie crackled.