Girls and Guys

"I can't wait to see Claudie!" Jasmine grinned a smile covered in black lipstick. Jaz was the gothic queen. Black eyeliner, clothes, lippy, even hair! She was really pretty though, her hair tied to the top of her head by little dark red rose hair accsesorises. She was wearing a black vest top, dark grey skinny jeans and high, high strappy black heels.

"Me neither," Rochelle replied. "She's excellent!" Rochelle was beautiful too. Her Mom had allowed her to dye her hair dark red and it fell in pretty twining curls around her face. She wore pale pink lipstick and false eyelashes and a see through black top (she had a b.R.a on) and a mini skirt. She too was weaing high-heels but hers were dark red and suede.

I loved Claudie for her songs. Not only the tunes but the lyrics too. About how men couldn't bring her down and she would always rise back up. "I'm really gonna enjoy this concert!" I smiled. I'm nowhere near a pretty as Jaz or Rosh. I have ultra frizzy dishwater blonde hair, with ugly grey eyes, a pinched up nose and thin lips. All I was wearing was a touch of lipgloss (which really didn't make any differnce at all) and a bit of smudged mascara from rubbing my eyes on the way here. My clothes were horrendous! Baggy, ripped-up jeans, a long-sleeved, dark blue polka-dot top that emphasized my fat belly and old sneakers as my Dad wouldn't let me wear heels.