" Tell me you look nice, snazzy and EXTREMELY fashionable daisy" Tori called through my bedroom window, creeping the lights out of me. I stared back at the mirror staring back at me and made silly faces at my reflection. Now what do you have to say about that old guy? Wishing I wasn't the one out of the world's 8.5 billion people that you had to get stuck up with?
And I seriously don't know that because I have a world's fact book.
Or an encyclopedia.
Or both.
Thing is that in my understanding of 'cool', I'd probably hit a pass.
Or a D.
Don't care though cause all I know is that for someone like me, I look positively cool. Lets say for starters that I'm not wearing something that has Winnie the pooh splattered across every fibre.
Or piglet.
And maybe Goku.
But lets say I've got a small sticker on my shirt with Edward's face on it and for the record, I spent three whooping hours scrambling through my wardrobe for something that didn't have a gazillion colors or cartoon characters in it.
And though I'm wearing one that does, its still cool. At least to me.
So here's the full run down of what I'm wearing. I'm in a cool oversized hoodie toppled with a skirt that's only a few inches away from my knee and a completely un-rabbitified, bunnified and tattooed sandals. I patted my hair, ran my perfume through my clothes ( I actually danced in a mighty cloud of it) and grabbed my handy backpack with my lit textbook. Believe me I've bathed, slept, held, cuddled, fed and carried it everywhere possible for two straight days. And I'm so not losing it for anything in the freaking world.
" Daisy? Please don't tell me you're wearing that rat costume from last year's Halloween?!"
I scoffed, patting my slightly ruffled shirt into place " Why on earth would I do that Tori?"
" You did it on Halloween"
" The theme was wild, spirited and adventurous"
" That doesn't describe a rat Daisy"
" It does. Did you know that rats can live through an entire year on clothes and books. And traps too. Try to live through that Tori" From my window I heard her scoff and I rolled my eyes, patting my sleeves. " I'm ready and believe me, I made an effort this time" The window swung open and Tori danced in, looking nothing short of...
AMAZING.
She made my brief euphoria of coolness UN-cool. I mean, she was literally glittering. Everywhere. She wore a sparkly thigh-high pink sequin dress with matching heels six-inches high and a bag to match. I gaped at her, staring down my skirt and shirt. I looked like two weeks old doughnut placed side-by-side with a box of fresh Kingstown cookies.
Tori scrutinized me for a moment, eyes large and bulging as she took in my outfit, otherwise another way to say 'the cleanest things I could find under short notice'. She nodded.
" Not my taste but at least you look normal." Her small pouty lips curved in a frown " Slightly though" She walked up to me and snatched my soft cuddly bunny-ear head band off my head.
" What are you doing Tori?"
" Un-defacing your outfit" She eyed it and placed it on my reading desk. " You could have gotten a dress. or something else... wait." She leaned close, eyes puckering like a fish. I gulped and staggered backwards, grabbing a book off my shelf and trying to look interested in it, something that's usually weird for me. She drew closer, frowning even wider.
" Daisy? Is that what I think it is?"
" The national museum of artifacts guide book?" I beamed " You got that right Tori. Have you been doing some reading yourself? That's amazing!..."
" Don't get all nerdy with me Daisy" She spat, glaring " Don't tell me that is what I think it is"
I held up another guide book" My great facts of the Atlantic book?"
she held her mouth and gasped " OMG Daisy are you wearing your school skirt?"
Big fat... whoop.