Chapter 1: An Epic Plan

MA Ch 1

Ashley sighed as her sister Amelia barged like thunder into the room with her face beautifully done with makeup resembling a Barbie doll. It was a time, her grand entrance was expected by her sister.

“Oh my gosh, guess what?” Amelia was yelling, holding her hands over her face, widening her eyes with undying excitement.

“There’s another awesome party that’s so great blah blah, and it’s thrown by a famous blah blah, and we’ve got to go, No No No.” Ashley flipped the page of her notebook.

I must be awarded if there is a guessing game. You came here for that.” She added and rolled over the bed with her mess of school spread around. Amelia narrowed her eyes at her sister after speaking her true intentions in loud.

Amelia has a party every Friday. She tries to get Ashley involved every single time, although she always refuses, giving excellent excuses.

I came because it’s not an awesome party, but a life-changing party, and lastly, it’s not thrown by a famous blah blah blah. But a billionaire heartthrob, many girls are dying for which you’ll soon be among blah blah blah.” Then smiled sheepishly, crossing her hands over her chest with pride.

“I don’t want to go.” Ashley returned to her book.

“Yes, you will!” Amelia stood confidently.

“You don’t go out much, Ash. You’re no fun and I don’t want my sister looked down on like some dorky kid.” She added, pulling the book from her hand.

“Well, you don’t see me complaining, right?” Ashley smirked. She knew how stubborn her sister can be.

“Fine, I won’t let you use my Wi-Fi.” Amelia threatened as she gave me a smug look.

“Oh, come on!”

“I’m doing this for your own good.” Ashley sighed in defeat.

“When’s the party?” She narrowed her eyes at Amelia.

“Right now, sweetheart.” Amelia patted her cheek in a mocking tone.

“Then let’s get dressed.” Ashley rolled her eyes while sitting on her vanity table. She was about to apply the lipstick when Amelia grabbed her hand.

“What are you doing?” Ashley furrowed her brows as she asked.

“Stopping you from making a huge mistake?” She stated.

“Pink does not match your eyes, plus this shade of pink is so out of trend since last week, so it won’t do.”

“Okay, so what do you suggest?” She didn’t argue. Makeup wasn’t her zone to ace at.

“Let me do my magic on you, girl.” She made Ashley turn away from the mirror that reflected her plain forest green eyes and pale skin. ‘My face is natural indeed. Probably too natural.’ she thought.

Amelia brought out the makeup kit she was hiding and Ashley was oblivious about it and worked her magic on her. When she was done, she made Ashley turn to the mirror, and she gasped.

“Wow.” Ashley couldn’t recognize herself.

“Is this me?” She asked in disbelief. She thought she can look pretty.

“Of course Ash. I did little because you’re already too cute.” Amelia chuckled, wrapping her kit.

“Well, you did a lot.” Ashley stared at herself in the mirror, studying the complex eye makeup she did.

Staring back at her is a girl who now had eyeliners that made her forest green steel eyes, rose-red lips, and pink blush plastered on her face, and her pale skin now had a little tanning making it alive.

“It can’t be me.” Amelia paid no attention to her and progressed, giving her a wonderful hairdo. Ashley was observing her hands move over her hair turning their fate into a fairy godmother.

“You need something to wear. But I’m not letting you wear anything from your wardrobe.”

“Why?”

“Because they scream ‘I’m a loner and I don’t care about fun’ but you need a dress that screams ‘party, here I come, which is why I got you a dress from my wardrobe. You’re welcome.” Ashley only rolled her eyes, then took the dress from her.

“Well, excuse me. I’ve got to dress, don’t I?”

“Whatever, you’ve got five minutes.” Amelia left the room.

Minutes later, Ashley came out with a red party dress that hugged her curves perfectly. It stopped at her mid-thigh. Her face was flawless with the makeup she wore, and her blond platinum hair was stylishly made, cascading over her shoulders.

Don’t you think the dress is tight? Ashley complained while pulling the hem of the dress down. The glow in Amelia’s eyes disappeared upon hearing it and frowned.

“Tight or not, you’re wearing it. Even if you feel you’re going to die. I’m going to be so jealous tonight cause you look amazing.” Ashley smiled, then they walked down the stairs together into their very spacious living room where they found their parents, Gregory watching their favorite animal documentary on TV.

“Guys we are going out.” Amelia quickly said and tried rushing out the door whistle dragging Ashley along but halted when her mother stopped her.

“Hold on Missy. Where are you going?” She said and turned to look at both her daughters dressed attractively. She was used to seeing her elder daughter, but her younger daughter left her speechless.

The question is, where is she? She corrected me by composing herself.

“You’re going to a party, but Ashley...” She was thrilled. She was watching her up and down with prideful eyes. She was more excited than Ashley.

“She’s coming with me,” Amelia answered, patiently waiting for another lecture to receive.

“Okay, have fun.” Both their parents said in unison, greening at both of them.

“What?” Ashley and Amelia both shouted, sharing a confused look. Their parents follow traditional belief systems and coming to it from them was a huge thing.

“Amelia, you wouldn’t have listened if we stopped you. Besides, it’s the first time Ashley wants to have some fun, so yeah, I think I’ll let it slide this time.” Mr. Gregory said, wrapping his hands around his wife.

“Hurray!” they both screamed, then dashed out the door.

At the party, Ashley was feeling too conscious of herself. As she walked into the party, it was as if a spotlight pointed toward her and all eyes were on her, making her freeze.

Although the sight of the party disgusted her. Some kids were making out in front of everyone. She turned to Amelia.

“Seriously, these aren’t my type of people, Amy.”

“Okay, stay for just thirty minutes and I permit you to use my car to go home.” She brought out the car keys of her fancy car from her designer purple purse, which matched her cute purple short ball dress.

“Here.” She placed it in Ashley’s hand.

“Then how will you go home?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, love,” Amelia smirked.

“So now, let’s enjoy it.” She then pulled her sister to the dance floor.