Romans & histoires Barbie You're Just Like Me

Ella says. “Nonsense Ella, this is your night to shine,” Lilly protested. Since she is finally getting out of her shell, Lilly vowed that Ella would have an entire metamorphosis for this evening. After an hour of straitening and primping Ella starts to question why she even agreed to this in the first place. Before she can back out, Lilly shouts done and they are ready to go. Ella turns around to look in the mirror and her jaw drops. She hardly recognizes herself. Ella has been more than comfortable rocking a messy bun, baggy shirt and sweats for the past several years.

"You can even take selfies. You look extraordinary pretty but please let me complete this" Theresa looked at her sister in disgust. "I thought you have watched all the Barbie episode?" "I have! I'm watching it to refresh my memory. It is so interesting. I love the romance and adventure in it" she giggled. "Come and join me". "Barbie? I am not a fan of Barbie. Geez!" Theresa picked up a brush and untangled her wavy brown hair with it. "But Barbie is so fashionable. You will love her". "That goody two shoes? No way! I don't even like you that much" she teased and chuckled "Weekends can be boring, aren't I right?"

I asked politely She nodded, her attention still fixated on her dolls "Is that Barbie doll" "Yes" she whispered, her voice barely audible "I think she's pretty, I love her dress, what is she supposed to be" I carefully asked "A popstar" her eyes now fixated on me as she smiles "That's not a Barbie doll, it's a Bratz doll, she is so clueless" Tina chipped in "No, it's a Barbie doll, Mama and Grandma said so" Tiara retaliated back

Currently, I was sitting on a revolving chair with my back to the mirror, while my mother burned my hair with a curling iron and turned my skull into a Frankenstein lookalike with bobby pins. “All done! Ah, don’t you look lovely! You should dress up more often.” Yeah and why not turn into a Queen Bee while I'm at it? Huffing at my own sarcasm, I turned my chair towards the mirror… and stared. Holy shit, I looked like Barbie! A very red haired Barbie…

It also helps that she has been featured in a lot of their advertising over the years. It turns out Mum has already booked us into the Personal Shopping suite and given the girls a rundown on my style and look, so there are a couple of rails already prepped and waiting for me. Seriously, what is it with people trying to play Barbie with me? Mum gives me a look daring me to make a scene, but I decide that it has been too nice a day, and we are having fun after all, so I choose to go along with it. As Mum sits back on the sofa, a glass of champagne and a magazine in hand, I am ushered into the cubicle to be measured.

Barbie stopped what she was doing as she added. Melody jerked up a little bit after hearing what Barbie added. She let out a light giggle as she replied to Barbie, "Oh, don't mind me. The thing is, those kids are just so adorable! I just feel like cuddling them all at the same time! Gosh, I'm so lucky that I was assigned here to take care of those kids!". "I mean, they're all so well behaved. Wait, did I mention that they were adorable?". Melody asked Barbie with sparkling eyes, and when she saw Barbie nod her head at her, she continued to talk, "I forgot to add, those kids are really cute too. Their faces are just like those beautiful cartoons I used to watch sometimes".

Murder Barbie: 7PM, my place the Penthouse. Then another message comes in with a red heart emoji close to it. Murder Barbie: Wear something pretty. My eyes widen slightly at the screen at the sheer audacity as I laugh not even caring that my coffee has gone cold while I giggle and glee over my texts with him. ME: You’re unbelievably bossy. Murder Barbie: You like it! Besides am sure you’re already thinking about what to wear. unfortunately he’s absolutely right.I stare down at my oversized shirt and messy curls in betrayal.

We arrived, we ate, we laughed like crazy people and we ate some more. "I'm impressed Barbie, you ain't so Barbie after all" He had developed a new nickname for me, Barbie, as he said he judged me too soon to be another California Barbie and that was the perfect time for me to say the most annoying line 'I'm not like the other girls'; which was so untrue because I was the most basic girl out there, just with a little bit of added flavour and humour.

“Exactly. Which is why your name is Barbie. You look like one, you dress like one, you act like one. Own it.” Her glittery cheeks flushed pink. “That’s… absurd.” “That’s branding, sweetheart. And you’re lucky. I almost called you Tinker Hell.” Barbie huffed but didn’t argue. Which was how I knew she secretly liked it.

Barbie had a fast brain when it came to plotting mischief. "Works for me." "Me too," The other two agreed and paid close attention to what Barbie had to say. In low whispers, Barbie explained in detail what she had in mind while the other two chirped in agreement and they solidified their game plan. "Gosh! This is soo going to work." Jessica threw her legs up in a wiggle in excitement. "Finally I'm going crush that little brat." Vanessa exclaimed in that boss girl tone as she crushed a chip in her hand in demonstration.