Karen Parkman
I was accepted in the cheerleaders by Dolly mainly because I was blonde. I have no talent in dancing, whatsoever. Dolly never knows about my life where I live in a poor environment, clearly I’m not rich. Sometimes, I have to act like I’m a rich girl and pretended to be someone I’m not. Doing all that just to fit in. Just to be popular. My mom would have sex with different guys just for money. You can say that she’s a whore. But most of her clients are rich people. More to like a high-class whore. No one knows about it except for Mel. So far, she never tells anyone about my secrets. She’s a great friend. Well, let’s just hope she won’t tell anyone about it.

Chapter 8
I ran to Ben after class and he was with a girl, somehow. The girl was wearing a cute blue blouse and she looked adorable. I’ve never seen her before. Maybe she’s new, I thought. She has this Latina innocence face that will make you smile every time you look at her. When she saw me, she suddenly jumped and hugged me, yelling for my name. “I’m Roxy! Roxanne Garcia!” she said. I jumped too when I heard her name. Roxy and I had been friends since forever but we’ve never seen each other before, but emailing each others for years. “Ben told me. You’re his friend! I cannot believe it’s you!” said Roxy. Roxy is incredibly cute. She may have a little problem with her English but her Spanish accent is definitely sexy. I envied her!
What I realized about Ben and Roxy was that, they both looked cute together. Ben looks a little like an Eurasian, but he’s definitely not Asian and Roxy looks more to a Latina kind of girl, and she definitely looks like Jessica Alba. She’s so sweet!!!!

Day three: “Let’s go look for your dress! This is my favourite part.” said Clay. We were at the shopping mall and he brought me to the one of the finest dresses shop. He browsed through, looking for my dress and I was amazed that Clay is good in this dress stuff. Maybe Clay has a little gay-feeling inside of him, I joked to myself.

“You’re good at this kind of stuff, Clay. You’re a true….” Before I could finish my sentence, Clay interrupted by saying, “guy… I know. I am a true guy. If you’re gonna say gay, Al, I’ll never forgive you.” I grinned and said, “Okay, I won’t say anything.”

Clay pulled out a red dress and gave it to me. “Try this on.” He said. “Nah! It’s too slutty. It has the hey-boy-I’ll-be-your-one-nightstand attitude. I don’t wanna show off my cleavage!” Clay raised his eyebrows and asked, “You’re mocking Dolly, aren’t you? Well, whatever, like I care.”
“Why won’t you care? I mean, she’s your girlfriend, right?”
“I just…. don’t….” he shook his head and continued browsing.
“Just… out of curiosity, why did you decide to date her in the first place, anyway? Was it because of her boobs?”
“No…”
“Because she’s popular?”
“No….”
“Her money???”
“Look… It’s none of your business, okay?!” Clay snapped. He looked angry but more to like a soft one. It was like, no matter how mad he was to me, I’ll never get offended. But I just acted like he did offend me and just stared at the floor. He turned to me, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry, Al.” he went on, “I just… don’t ever wanna talk about it. Having Dolly around is pathetically boring enough to spoil my mood and I just wanna have a great time with you today. What do you say, Al? Not to mention Dolly’s name ever again?”
I looked at him and smiled, “I understand. Okay, I won’t say her name ever again.”

DOLLY! DOLLY! DOLLY! DOLLY! DOLLY! DOLLY!

“Good….” Clay mumbled. “Here, try this dress on. This is definitely the perfect one.” He passed a gorgeous black dress, a perfect one for prom, a dress that any girl would kill to have it. WTF! It’s incredibly expan-freakin-sive!

I went to the fitting room and tried the dress on. I was still thinking about Dolly. Why did Clay dated her in the first place? Is it because of the money? He looked angry when I brought up about the money issue. Yeah, it’s definitely about the money.

I stepped out from the fitting room, looking all classy, I admit. Clay looked at me and gulped. Saw his Adam’s apple moving up and down his throat. He just stood there with his hands in his pockets and stared at me, without saying anything.
“Is it okay? Or is it too sexy?” I hesitated.
“You....look…” Clay stopped. “You look beautiful.” said Clay with a smile.
I came to him and fixed the collar of his shirt, since he was not wearing any tie. “Aww… Thanks Clay. No one had ever said that to me before.”
Clay laughed. “Aww…. You’re so sweet! You remember what I told you…” he pinched my nose and did his cute-but-not face.
And you wanna know what? He paid the dress for me.
But I paid him back.
And he paid me back.
And I paid him back.
On and on and….. on.

“Now, you’re gonna need a haircut.” said Clay. I gasped and looked at him. “No! not going to cut it. Having long hair is so much better, Clay.” He grabbed my hand, forcing me to see his hairstylist. Yeah, he has a hairstylist. I mean, how cool is that?!

“Hey, Chuckie my man!” Clay greeted a guy, his hairstylist, I assumed. Chuckie has the weirdest hair where he coloured his whole hair pink and braided his front hair. Yeah, he’s definitely gay, I thought.
“Chuckie’s gonna make your hair straight, Al.” Clay told me.
“Yes, your face is small. So you’re gonna have to live with a straight hair, I’m telling ya!” Chuckie explained.
I looked at Clay and did my puppy-eyes. “No, Clay! I’m cursed!”
“What?”
“Yeah, every time my friends started to straighten their hairs, I kept on losing them as my best friends, you know. And I’m not kidding about this shit. I mean, look at Stace. Look at her hair, looking all straight and ended up fighting with me.”
“Are you kidding me, honey?” Chuckie trying to get in the way.
“I’m not kidding here, honey!” I answered him back.
Chuckie looked at me and raised a pair of wide eyes and said, “Yeah, you’re right. She’s right, Clay. She’ll look better in a curly hair. But I’m just gonna make it curly yet not too curly.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chair and started to wrap cloth on my body and stuff. He applied some stuff on my hair, apparently didn’t smell so good. It smelled like shit! And started to perm my hair. Chuckie started to sing one of my favourite song, Clumsy by Fergie. That was when I started to fall asleep.

When I saw my hair, there was only one word popped out in my head. AMAZING. It was freaking amazing. Chuckie is like THE BEST hairstylist ever. Clay stood behind me as I stared at myself in the mirror. He touched my wavy hair and said, “I hate to admit this but you really look like Avril,” he went on, “but…. A much prettier version of her.” I looked at him and smiled. Hahah! He didn’t have to praise me that much. But yeah! I sure look like Avril…

Day Four: Clay brought me to a house, but I didn’t know whose it was. I stepped out from the car and walked to the porch. The house was beautiful. It was like white houses. Slightly small though.

“It’s my aunt’s. Her name is BayGee. You gotta meet her, she’s amazing. Much better than my mom. Fun Aunt BayGee!” Clay mumbled.
I tried to run to the car and just escape from meeting fun Aunt BayGee but Clay managed to stop me from running. He grabbed my hand and quickly wrapped his arm around my neck. He knocked the door and there she was, fun Aunt BayGee, standing in front of us, slurping a glass of margarita.
“New girlfriend ei, Clay?” she asked. She has this seductive voice that would make any man fall for her. She is just so classy, glamorous and yeah, Clay was right. She’s amazing.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Aunt BayGee. But I’m still with Dolly,” said Clay.
“When are you gonna dump that bitch? Every time she looks at me she’s gonna say “Oh Bay! You look awesome! Gain weight?” with her pathetic little face,” and she whispered to me, “Dolly is such a bitch…” She punched Clay’s shoulder and asked, “But who is this, Clay? She’s pretty…”
“Oh, the reason that brought us here is that I’m gonna need you to teach Al about some stuff. About all the makeup’s and stuff. ” Clay explained to Aunt BayGee.
“Al, you just have fun here, okay? I’m gonna go somewhere else” Clay said and walked away. She pulled my hand and brought me to her room. Her room is like heaven! Huge closet with makeup’s lying around everywhere, but neatly. There was this one box of green eyeliners, blue, black and more. Sets of different colours of eye shadows. And the lipsticks… lots of them. That woman is glamorous!
“Since that Clay is not experience in this kind of stuff, well he’s not gay anyway, you can’t blame him. I’m gonna be taking over his place. It’s all about me and you today, yeay!” She hugged me. I just couldn’t stop laughing.

She took the black eyeliner and drew in on my eyelids. She did it so fast yet so neat. “You have such nice skin, Al. That’s why I’m not gonna be applying any foundation on your skin. Being natural…. Is perfect, you know what I mean?”
She taught me, “When you draw on your eyelids using eyeliner, better not too thick, honey. You don’t wanna look like some emo kid trying to get some attention.”
“And when you put lipsticks on your lips, you don’t just completely put it on. You’re gonna have to draw the perfect shape, you know.”
“If you can’t stand the brush, you can just use your own fingers. Fingers are the best brushes of all.”

And I did learn a lot. A LOT. I was not expose to these kind of stuff since I was a little girl, imagine how lame I look like when Aunt BayGee asked me, “Did you ever apply any makeup’s on your face?” Imagine……

Aunt BayGee thrust two tickets in my hand and said, “I know how much you love Avril Lavigne. Here are the tickets to her concert next weekend. Do bother to bring Clay with you, okay honey? I can see how much you mean to him.”
“No, Aunt BayGee! This is too much.” I disagreed because I know that the tickets cost a lot of money.
“No-no. Please… accept this. I’m not going anyway; you might as well just use the tickets.” She mumbled. I looked at her, nodded and thought, Yeah, maybe I should just ask Clay to the concert. He had been a great friend.