Teenage Dream

         I sat at the computer, typing my life away trying to finish my term paper. Just then my roommate walks in wearing her string bikini and big sunglasses.
"Heyheyhey!" My very hot, skinny minny roommate Lindsey said using the voice she uses when she gets another five guys on her "sexy ship".
"How many guys did you get at the pool now?" I asked with a hint of sarcasim.
"Vanessa, get off the computer and live a little!" She replied shaking her boobs like the girls in movies do when they say that line. She turned on the radio where "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry was on, and blasted it loud enough that the picture of my parents fell off the wall from the vibration. She stood there singing in her perfect soprano voice grbbing her clothes and whipping her hair around. I grabbed the remote and turned it down.
"Vanessa you're such a buzzkill! get off the computer." She whined & unchanged.
"No. I have to finish my term paper before Friday." I said fiercly typing the perfect sentences for my term paper.
"It's saturday! You know what? I'm taking you out tonight." She said. I almost didn't hear her over my loud typing. But soon enough I comprehended what she said, and turned around. She was sitting there brushing her long golden hair.
Lindsey Shae Golden was the hottest, skinniest, most self-absorbed girl on campus. She was born in Miami, FL and moved to LA when she was sixteen. She has waist long golden blond hair that curls perfectly at the bottom. Her eyes are the lightest shade of blue there could be in eye color existance. She has big boobs, a perfectly shaped butt, and the face of an angel. All the girls evny her because they see that her sluttly body and personality always catch the hot, ugly, fat, thin, nerdy, and cool guys eyes.
I'm Vanessa Jay Carson. I was born in Seattle, WA and moved to Calii when I was nine. I have carmel colored hair that goes just below my shoulder-blades, normal sized boobs, a normal sized butt, and a face only a mother could love. My eyes though, stood out. They were an emerald green, the brightest, most eye catching green a girl could ask for in eye color. I wore cute but comfortable clothes, and I wear little make-up. No guys notice me.
"What?" I stuttered, "There is no point in going out if I'm not hot enough to get a guy,which is usually why you go out!" I rejected.
"I'm going to give you a makeover. You're not dumping out on this." she said.
"Then what am I supposed to wear? I'm not wearing your skinny topz or shorty skirts." I growled.
"fine, now lemme just call my hot girl hotline and we can set you up...!" she said texting like no one could.
Five minutes later all of her blonde,hot friends walked in and attacked me with their make-up and straighters and curlers and jewelry. Than Lindsey showed her possy all of the clothes she thought I should wear while I sat there fluffing my scary pomerian of hair on my head, and touching my fully make-overed face.
"Put this on," Lindsey said throwing one of her mini dresses into the bathroom. I put it on over my head and grabbed a brush. I brushed most of my monster out and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair actually looked better and...my dress. It's a strapless, with dimonds across the top, and a belt below my boobs. It was fluffy, a lot of tool under the silk, that was covered in sparkles all over. I put the stiletto's they had in the bathroom.
"you ready?" Lindsey said knocking impatiently on the door. I walked out and they all gasped in shock. They applauded than took me away to the night club on campus.

We stepped in and my jaw fell to the floor. There were hot guys, and neon lights and flooring. They had a bar with many drinks, with and without alchol. All of them scurried away and started making out with random guys, some pole dancing next to them. I stood there, confused on what to do or where to go. Than,out of the corner of me eye, I saw Lindsey pointing to me and kept talking to my life long crush and one of his friends.