I look at my reflection in the mirror thoughtfully. Am I imagining it, or do these jeans really make me look slimmer?
I’m trying to decide on an outfit for our shopping trip later. I don’t normally fuss about clothes that much, but Lisa talked me into buying these gorgeous black jeans the other day and I want to try something new. I’m ditching the overgrown seven year-old thing and going for a mature, and subtly-sexy sort of look.
It’s a pity that none of my other clothes match that description though. I open my wardrobe again. Mostly pink. Some lilac cropped trousers, a bit of knitwear, but no black. I suppose all my stuff’s quite nice really, but –
Who am I kidding? My clothes are rubbish. I look around blankly and pull a face. My room’s pretty pathetic too. I used to like it, but now... well, it’s a different story. I’ve got that textured, cream wallpaper with the bumpy patterns, which might look stylishly vintage anywhere else. I’ve stuck up a few pictures of boy bands that I don’t even like, to try and add a teenage girl feel. You have to decorate in here, I tell myself.
Sighing, I pull out my trusted, dusky pink vest top from my wardrobe and quickly put it on. It doesn’t do me any favours in the chest department and it’s a bit baggy around my waist but it’ll have to do. I’ll dress it up with some accessories. I still have that dainty-yet-gothic bracelet that Lisa once left at my house, maybe I’ll -
A movement outside the window catches my eye. A flash of green. A gold trim. Brown boots and black hair.
It’s him! The lost fancy-dress boy! Why’s he running down my road? Not another party, surely?
I’m tempted to ring Natalie straight away and tell her that her little friend is running amok in my town, but by the time I’ve picked up my mobile, he’s gone and I can’t be sure if I’ve seen him or not. Despite his ever-present costume, he seems kind of fit and I half wish he’d accidentally visited our house.
Never mind. Back to the wardrobe.