Eyeliner is Hot

SUMMARY: It all started with the quirky little questionnaire the Student Council just so happened to force the student body to take. The reason? Simple. This was the Student Council’s ingenious plan to match everyone to their ‘Ideal Partner’ and it just so happened to be their plan to become the best organization of the year. And Kailey just so happened to get matched up with that freaky boy with the eyeliner.

Prologue:

“What do you find most attractive in a member of the opposite sex?”

A. Personality!

B. Appearance!

C. Sense of Humor!!

D. They shower me with gifts!

I thrummed the pencil against my forehead, and then brought it back down to chew on the eraser some more, staring down at the last unanswered question. This was probably one of the hardest choices in my life, which shows exactly how exciting my 17 years of living have been. I glanced up at, Lily, my so called friend who was forcing me to take this freaky survey, that asked questions that usually don’t appear out of girly magazines. She was still staring intently at me, like a cheetah eyeing a gazelle up and down. I tried not to flinch as she grinned when she saw my looking at her, which was quite obvious since I was only about a foot away from her.

Inwardly I flinched, as I racked my brain trying to decide between choices, B and C. I know, pathetic right? I was killing myself over a simple questionnaire that no one would probably take seriously. I didn’t even take it seriously! But then why was I doing it?

Well, I guess I forgot to mention that Lily, the vulture in front of me right now, is the President of the Student Council, and as her friend I was required to take it. As in I was cough-threatened-cough.

I finally ended up picking B.

“Wow! You’re so Shallow!” squealed a high voice from over my friend, and I looked up just in time to see a flash, and then feel her hand slap into the back of my head. “Kailey! I never knew you were so shallow! Maybe you should dye your hair blonde or something!”

I glared at her, before mumbling under my breath.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you. “

I mumbled again, only louder.

“What!? I can’t hear you! Dude! Stop mumbling! No one can understand you when you mumble!”

“I SAID, If you hadn’t made me take this stupid thing then I wouldn’t be so freaking tired right now! You know I have three tests to study for tomorrow! Now the only thing I want to do when I get home is sleep!”

Lily jumped up and grabbed the questionnaire from the table to eagerly read through it, completely ignoring my complaints. I watched her raise her eyebrow a couple of times, then her expressions went from smirking, to grinning, to frowning in brief flashes.

Finally she looked back down at me, with what I would describe was a unpleasantly evil grin, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what was coming out of her mouth next.

“Well then! I’ll just go turn this in for you, and me and the rest of the council will find you your ideal boyfriend!”

“...WHAT!?” I yelled loudly, while jumping up and successfully knocking over my chair with a loud screech, “WAIT NO STOP!”

Once again she ignored me as she flounced out of the deserted classroom waving the sheet of paper, and yelling over a shoulder at me, “Don’t Worry! I’ll make sure that they do yours exactly the way you filled it out!”

I ran over to the doorframe, and looked around the hall to find nothing but empty air. Sighing I turned back into the classroom, to sling my messenger bag over my shoulder.

So that was why all those questions seemed to talk all revolve around myself, the perfect date, and what kind of guy I was attracted too. Well that explained a lot.

Oh well there’s really nothing I could do about it now. Once Lily was set on something, nothing could stop…..well maybe except for her grandmother who carried a walking stick, also known as a slap-people-senseless stick, wherever the old woman went.

Shrugging I walked out of the abandoned looking school, that tomorrow would be brimming with teenagers who wanted to learn, and teenagers would couldn’t care less. I rubbed the back of my head where Lily had slapped me, and looked up at the cloudy blue sky, as I muttered, “Hey.. What’s the worse it can get?”

Smiling as I continued to stare up at the sky as I walked my way home, my smile widened at my own clever realization that the questionnaire would probably be a dead end anyways. Doing that, I successfully ran into a stop sign in front of a bunch of little kids playing on their front lawn. And the little brats cackled at me. Kids are Evil.