Marcel:
Stress Out blasted from my stereo as I put my make up-on. I had gone with something dark yet perky enough to make my dad happy tonight. So, the makeup has to go according to the dress and the super cute stilettos aunt Amy got me. Everyone says I'm a spitting image of my mother but I can't help but feel the pride in the little things I get from my dad. Like the color of my eyes.
"Wow, Marcy you look almost normal," that's Jay's idea of a compliment. He let out a loud groan falling back on my bed as I pinned my freshly made curls to the side.
"Almost normal?" I asked making sure my hair stayed put.
"Well, honestly I love the pin-up's hair. My mom is going to love that. The makeup screams look, dad, I tried to go less nocturnal and more living today. The dress, we
