painting I am so angry and at the same time uncomfortable.

She paints my face like a blank canvas, who is awaiting for a painter to drew some colors and shapes on it.

I really wonder what will I look like.

I am really regretting putting my life oh! I mean my face for her. The cosmetics and every little thing she puts and add to my face makes me more irritated. I wish I can stop this torture now.

She said as she brush my cheeks.

This brat, I must look like a clown right now.

Saying it in a sarcastic way while stopping myself and try to compose my cool around my sister.

She look at me head to toe and nodding her head. She spun me and I finally take a look at my face.

A woman with a face of seduction and innocence. She knows I love the looks on the 70's and she somewhat combine it with the future look. My eyes got a little more edgy and my eyelashes look so full and dark. My lips moist and red drawing it to be more plump and full.

My hair was tied in a single bun and a little stray hair to make it look like a casual with a sexy look. She gave some simple earrings with a silver pearl on it and a moon necklace.

She gave me a white dress that stop around my mid thigh a heart shape and a long see through sleeve with black flowery designs on the sides of the dress.

my sister said in a vulgar tone while whistling at me. I just laugh at her and look at the mirror again.

I tried to get out and change but my sister was one step ahead of me.

She's like a bull ready to charge at me if I move or say one wrong word.

But with her ears and face red and steam coming out of her, she really does look like a bull.

I just smile wryly at her and motion her downstairs. I used to refuse her when she wants to go to a party and invite me. Remembering the times when she literally begged me and even state some pros and cons of having to live alone with no husband and dying as an old virgin.

She also made me date, blind dates that is ruined before it was proceed. I always tamper it by faking my illness,having a period and so much more just to get out of her blind dates.

She gets worse when I graduated in college with no boyfriend even dragging me to a LGBT bar to make sure that I can have "options" to her after that, I was mortified and I was traumatized. Just by hearing the word date to her feels like an execution to me.

she cuts me off by practically shoving my face in front. I see my mom and dad smiling, well my dad was forced to smile and mom was beaming with so much happiness.

I didn't really think that just by going out mom would be so happy. I guess I need to work on my social skills and talk to people more.

well, I was actually forced to.

I haven't voice my opinion or should I say complains to my sister. Sometimes I think she's the oldest one in here.

I love my mom, but she's strong when hugging people. I think I got crushed by her so much.

Glaring at my dad and sister who puts their hands in their mouth to stop laughing. Dad clears his voice and told me Smiling as I hugged my dad a warm feeling was spread into my heart as I feel his concern.

retort by my sister as she defends the club.

as dad kiss our foreheads. We hugged mom and dad as we leave.

Me and my sister laugh at mom as she tries to shout at us even when we're already at the car driving.

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Arriving at the supposed party I was really shocked at how open minded people are. The party from the past was so much different from now. Back then you'll see women's of highest standing with jewelries adorned on their necks and at their arms . Their dress are puffy and frilly with laces and ribbons designs on it. Men wore tuxedos and suits. Clinking glasses and having a good talk with each other about the most famous rouge store, the most beautiful jewelries and the talk of politics and business. Dancing was a part of etiquette and it has to be perfect, men placing their hands on the woman's waist and hand as they dance.

And now, this party is going WILD, everyone is kissing in the corner, people dancing and grinding from each other. Clothes or underwear as what I was seen from a woman's dress showing their assets and man practically ogling at them. People flirting, laughing and getting drunk on each other. Loud music that can blast someone's roof on how it sounds and lights that make me so dizzy.

Lorena dragged me away and make me sit on the stool and she ordered beer while I ordered fruit punch.

Looking at my drink with disdain. I just shrug and sip some of my drink. I don't want to get drunk and puke my guts out while having a pounding headache because of a single mindlessly drink.

After we drink lorena drag me and weaved through the bodies of people as she laugh and dance, which she call sexy dance. But for me it isn't the bit sexy, she's just moving or wriggling her butt. She looks like a wriggling worm to me and I can't stop laughing.

Hopefully this day won't end so bad.

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