• "Crissy! Come down here!" I sighed, my face holding a frown. My head was spinning. What clothes? I thought to myself. I moaned and flipped through my closet as though they were just cards in a deck. I was in my underwear, and my mom expected me to be ready... Psh. She obviously doesn't know me to well. I grabbed the silk Juicy Couture blouse and a pair of super dark skinny jeans and prepared myself for hair and make-up. I slipped my clothes on carefully, breathing in... and out. I smacked my palms together, rubbing, and stole a glance into the full-length ebony wood mirror. Ugh. My hair was a disaster. I quickly sat at my vanity and raked threw my bed-head. I tousled and teased. I piled it neatly on top of my perfectly shaped head, and clipped it with a real diamond heart clip. I sprayed a layer of Rockstar and then to make it moist, I layered it with Figi water. (I put that in my spray bottles). I tip-toed back to my room-size closet and glared at the shoes below me. I need new shoes! I need new clothes! I have worn all of these. I decided to dial my BFF, Ellen and tell her the plans for this afternoon. I grabbed a pair of my favorite open-toe heel, black Shocking shoes, and slipped them on with ease. "Crissy! NOW!" I heard my father bellow from below, and I giggled. I replied momentarily, "Coming!" I whispered to my persian cat, "Don't eat the grass in the window," and she mewed back. I walked downstairs, surprised at what my eyes were supposedly looking at.