CHAPTER 5
"You look like Leslie's mom, Blair." Violet sniggered. Actually, it was her idea to dress me and Leslie identical clothes. That brat really liked it though. But she keeps on insisting she's prettier than me.
I rolled my eyes. "I would never have a daughter that ugly," I taunted my cousin.
"You would never have a child, old hag!" she retorted.
Violet burst out laughing. I narrowed my eyes at Leslie. "I'll cancel this date."
Her eyes widened. "No!"
"Then behave."
She nodded but frowned. She crossed her arms and glared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You should shave your head."
"What?"
"Your hair's getting long."
"Cut is the right term, kiddo. Not shave. Geez!"
"Actually, I want you to shave it."
I flipped my hair off my shoulder and faced the mirror. I put on a coat of mascara.
"Me too! Put that on my eyes!"
"Not suitable for children 6 years and below."
She pouted. "So it's suitable for old hags aging 60 years and above?"
I tossed it at her. It hit her nose. She cried hard.
Violet immediately rushed by her side and tried in vain to comfort her but she just shake her off. She even kicked Vi on the face.
"Let her, Vi. Let's see how long she'll cry."
"You old hag! I'll tell Mummy about this!"
"Oh really? That's if she will come back."
My statement made her cry harder. I think my eardrums just popped.
"Do you still want to see Harry Styles?" I asked her.
Her crying ceased. She sniffed then wiped her nose. She nodded.
"Let's go then."
We went to the theme park where Harry Styles is waiting. He's just standing there but he looks so gorgeous. He's wearing a plain white shirt and pants. He's wearing sunglasses. He waved when he saw me. He smiled even wider when he saw Leslie walking along with me.
"Hey," I said.
"Haaaaaaaarrrrrryyyyy!" Leslie screamed.
Harry picked her up and removed his glasses. "Hello. What's your name?"
"Leslie Armstrong."
"She's your sister?" he asked me.
"No way."
"You look alike," he mused.
I frowned at him. "That's ridiculous."
He laughed. "If you look at both of you in the mirror, you'd realize it's not really as ridiculous as you thought it is."
"Whatever."
"So this beautiful little girl is the reason why you wanted to have a date here on a theme park."
"Actually, it's not our date. It's your date with Leslie."
"Oh, of course."
"I want a cotton candy!" Leslie screamed at Harry's ear.
