The next day, Cynthia and I talked. They had told her my story. She was rude, especially to Kaihlan.
"Let me see,"Cynthia grabbed my wrist.
She examined my cuts and scars.
"Ya cut herself?"She asked.
"No."
"Cynthia, stop,"Kaihlan snapped.
I sat there, confused.
"C'mere,"George said.
I moved and sat next to him.
"Don't mind Cynthia. Ever since she found out Kaihlan liked John, it has been a competition between those two,"George whispered.
I nodded and covered my scars with my sleeves.
"Ya gonna be okay?"Paul asked.
"Yeah, just uh, ya know, confused,"I told them.
" It's al'ight,"Ringo patted my shoulder.
I sighed and looked at Kaihlan.
"How about we get you a makeover later?"Kaihlan asked.
"Okay."
"How about now?"
"Sure."
We got up and left. We went to the salon and I got my hair cut and curled. I got my nails done and we went to the store. I got new clothes and then we went to eat somewhere. We went back to the hotel.
"Here, put these contacts in and go get dressed."
I took the contacts in and went to get dressed. I put on a white sundress, purple sandals, black eyeshadow, purple lipstick, blush, mascara, and eyeliner. I looked at myself and sighed. I wasn't the same anymore.
"Are ya okay?"Paul knocked on the door.
"Y-yeah,"I opened the door.
The only bad thing was, my scars and bruises were visible.
"C'mere,"Brian told me.
He covered my scars and everything else in makeup.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
I sat down and crossed my arms.
"Oh, by the way, we got a call and found out, uh, yer parents died 10 years ago,"John told me.
I nodded and sighed. Nothing at all is good right now. Nothing.
