Let's take you to the most cliched scene in every teen fiction/werewolf/romance/humor/vampire story ever -

The party.

44. The Party

Jurasila stared into her mirror breathless. Her rusty brown hair was tamed - platinum blonde curls fell in waves and cascaded down her room and into underworld.

She couldn't believe her eyes The girl that stared at her through the mirror...was it really her? The hair in her nose was sparkling and curly. Her life green eyebrows felt mesmerizing. The orange swirls in the depth of her orbs captivated her.

Jurasila was a Christmas tree.

"I know." Madeline blew off the dust off her hair brush. "I'm the greatest."

Every girl's dream sweetheart. But unfortunately, no matter how much make-up I put on (or at least try to. Is it just me who can't differ between the mascara and the lipstick?!) I still look the same to me - if not a little fake.

We all wish to wake up one day and become the most beautiful person on planet earth, right? But what most seem to forget is that, yes, looks are important but your inner beauty will always win the battle in the end.

Your best friend can't just wave a magical wand and turn you into the prettiest girl ever. Specially if you're is the type of person with insecurity issues about her looks and her body. (Welcome to the club sweetie!)

Like, really? If she can just wave a mascara around your face and turn you into Angelina Jolie, why the fuck are moaning about your looks?

I don't like these kinds of books much, why? Because they seem to emphasize on the fact that unless you're wearing make-up and looking like a goddess sent from heaven, the BBB (bad boy billionaire) won't look at you. (On second thought, I'm never wearing make-up if it means catching the attention of a BBB)

Yeah, sure. Looking pretty is great and all. Just like how finding a hot guy is great. But really, looks are all just a bonus. It's the person living undeneath that matters and it doesn't matter - it shouldn't matter if you don't wear make-up and just be yourself!

To any guys reading this -

"If you're not James Dean, then don't expect her to be Audrey Hepburn." (Yes, it's copied off Google)

And to the girls reading this -

"Dude, you're not Audrey Hepburn. The fuck see you wishing for him to be a James Dean? Just be grateful for the damn attention."

*curses every couple on earth because she's damn jealous*

Jurasila gasped as her eyes again fell on the girl in the mirror. The little black dress reached just past her mid-thighs and the hair in her armpits was shaved as well.

"Let's go." Madeline said and they were magically transported to a place - why? Because author is feeling fucking lazy and doesn't have the energy to write how they got there. And the BBB is getting tired of waiting.

Jurasila's eyes widened as she took in the house - no, mansion she was standing in front of. Colourful lights blared through the tall windows and the loud music was vibrating through the air and her entire body.

"Who's party is this by the way?" Jurasila asked because she was stupid like that - not knowing who's party it is but going to it anyway. YOLO, right?

Madeline started jumping up and down in excitement. "Can't you tell from the size of this house?!!!!! The most notorious bad boy in our entire solar system! Rumor has it, he has slept with everything with a gap between the legs in a three mile radius!"

Jurasila cocked her head to the side. "But doesn't old Mrs. Hartford also live nearby?"

"Exactly." Maddy nodded before winking and grabbing Jurasila's arm and dragging her inside the house.

The moment Jurasila stepped inside, the smell of alcohol made her scrunch up her nose in disgust. Literally every square feet of the room was occupied by half naked couples either making out or grinding against each other. Ten naked girls were booty dancing on top of the tables and some guys were doing the Elvis-pelvis in the corners.

The smell of booze mixed with sweat and saliva - and other fluids that will remain unnamed - made her want to puke.

Makes you wonder what kind of life the author has been living up until now, doesn't it?

Jurasila gasped in horror and turned to look at Maddie.

But she was already gone.

Jurasila cursed under her breath. But instead of running out of that stripclub style party, she just went to the counter and ordered a drink.

That's it for today people! I have a really hard test tomorrow so I have to go and study.

*people gasp in utter horror*

YOU?!!!! STUDY??? APOCALYPSE IS COMING!!!!!!!

Until next time-

WAIT, ANSWER US!!!!!! YOU'RE JUST KIDDING RIGHT??!

- Zarin