Me and Harriet were chatting for what felt like hours on what I should wear when we got home.
"I think this pink one is nice." I said, grabbing a light pink summer dress out of my closet and flashing it over my body. I posed a little and Harriet laughed.
"No, I don't like that one...How about that blue one in there? Oh, or that lavender one...That's pretty!" She said, pointing to nearly every dress I had. I giggled and pulled out a silvery, lavender colored cocktail dress, that matched with a pair of see-through, grey floral leggings. Something told me that this dress was perfect; it had to be.
"Defiantly. I am going to wear this one. It's beautiful!" I said, twirling around with the dress on the hanger. Harriet stood up and pursed her lips. She walked over to me and grabbed my hair and stuffed it into a ball with her hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked her wildly. Harriet was keen to doing hairstyles beautifully, and she also known to be unexpected.
Harriet shook her head and let my hair fall. It tickled my shoulders as the bright red slackened at my shoulders. She bit her cheek and stood back, taking a look at my tassled locks.
"PERFECT!" She shouted. I jumped again, grabbing my heart. But instead of a lecture to her about not scaring me, I laughed. We both laughed for some time before I headed into the bathroom to get changed.
When I faced the mirror, I almost screamed. In the mirror was the same girl as my dreams and in the chalkboard. I gulped and prepared to lean forward. When I leaned, she leaned. Soon, we were nose to nose, both pressing against the glass.
"Who are you?" I whispered, stroking the glass gently. She mimicked me. That seemed odd...Oh wait.
It's just my reflection. I laughed at myself, seeming to get a bit too superstitious with these dreams and such.
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When I finished getting changed, Harriet messed with my hair a little more. Then, she left it as it was the first time, a bit ruffled and laying against my shoulders. She matched my outfit with perfect accessories. As she was about to shove some bright purple lipstick on my lips, the phone rang. I managed to shimmy out of her grip and race to the phone. It must be Devin; he had to have gotten my number from the school yearbook last year.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone. Silence. I curled the wire that was poking from the end of the phone and leaned against the wall. Suddenly, a voice flooded through the phone.
"Help me, please! Giselle-you do not know me, but I know you. You need to help me. Please help me!" The Voice from my dreams screamed into the receiver. I quickly pulled away from the phone and slammed it down on the receiver.
Then, it rang again. Angry this time, and knowing that it was the girl, I grabbed the phone and angrily shouted, "WHO ARE YOU?"
"Giselle...?" Devin whispered into the other end of the line. Relief slid through my body. I giggled to myself, knowing that was another stupid moment.
"Sorry, yes?"
"Are you alright? I was just going to tell you where we should meet."
"Oh, I'm fine. Just some prank callers called me."
"OK. Well-let's meet at the old park down the hill, then we can have dinner-if it's alright with you- at the Cafe, at about 8:00"
'Sure...I'll see you there." I said, curling the phone wire again. I checked my watch, it read 7:15 Just enough time.
"Kay, see you then." And Devin hung up.
I sighed and pressed my back against the wall again. I needed to figure out who this girl was; she was ruining my social life.
I shook the girl out of my mind and headed back upstairs, Harriet would give me some proper final adjustments...and then I would head off!
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