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Author: Mattie York
opened the zipper, digging her hands deep, past her own small makeup
bag, her big makeup bag, her wallet, her mirror, her nail kit, her
handkerchiefs, her cell phone, her ‘Hello Kitty’ notebook and matching pencil
until she found her half crushed pack of cigarettes. Picking out the last
intact cigarette, and grabbing the plastic lighter from the table, Chieko ran
over to the open window, lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. She felt her whole body relax as she blew the
smoke out through the open window. She took
a few quick drags, savoring the feeling of the nicotine surging through her
body, and then flicked the cigarette out the window. She watched it land in the
rain soaked gutter two stories below and then tiptoed back to the mirror.
Feeling much more relaxed and
confident, Chieko sat down again. She
shoved all Angela’s makeup and hair products to the side and opened her own
makeup bags, spreading their contents neatly out on the table. First she
delicately spritzed Evian water spray and then fanned her face with her hands.
She used blotter papers to blot the excess oil from her forehead, chin and
nose, and then leaned close to the mirror to carefully examine her pores at
every possible angle. Satisfied that
there were no blemishes, she picked up her Shiseido white lucent skin cream and
squeezed out a small drop into her open palm. Using just the tips of her
fingers, she rubbed it all over her face and neck in small gentle circles. Then, she took her powder and using a small
cushion dabbed it all over her face, especially under her eyes and on the tip
of her nose.
Next she set to work on her
eyes. She opened a small tube of glue
and a box of fake eyelashes. Squeezing a
thin line of glue onto the lashes, she carefully placed them on the rim of one
eyelid and then the other, using her fingers to fan the glue dry. A gentle tug on the lashes ensured they were
secure. She curled both her real lashes
and fake ones together and lined her eyes with black. She chose a pale lilac shimmering eye shadow
and brushed it onto her eyelids all the way up to the eyebrows. Midway between the eye and the eyebrow,
Chieko drew a thin line of dark grey eye shadow to create the illusion of an
eyelid. As she dug into her small makeup
bag for her eyebrow brush, Chieko closed one eye then the other watching in the
mirror to make sure the eyelid lines were even. She meticulously combed her thin eyebrows and coloured them in with a
black pencil, then finished her eyes with a slow coat of black mascara.
Happy with her handiwork,
Chieko lowered her eyelids and fluttered her lashes, flirting with her reflection.
She dabbed her favorite bright red lipstick onto the middle of her lips and
smoothed it out over the rest of her mouth with her middle finger.
“Oh you look so beautiful,”
Angela made Chieko jump. She had been
staring at her reflection so intently; she hadn’t even heard Angela come back
into the room. “Just like a china
doll. I wish I had one of those Chinese
dresses to put you in. That would drive
the men wild. No, I’m sorry, you’re
Japanese. I always get those Asian
countries mixed up.” Angela put down a
can of Pepsi and plate of crackers with cheese. “What do they wear in Japan?”
5
Angela took a sip of her wine
and stared at the pink notebook in her lap. Her house was so quiet. She sat still
and listened, but all she could hear were the creaks and groans as the old
house settled itself in for the night after a long day. It had been a long day, she thought as she
closed her eyes and relaxed back into the couch pillows.
“I know, I know,” she
muttered, “It won’t write itself.” With
a sigh, she put down her wine glass, flipped the journal open to the first page
and picked up her pen.
March
15
Dear
Diary,
Today
is the first day of the rest of my life. Yes, this is officially my new GOOD life. Turning over a new
bag, her big makeup bag, her wallet, her mirror, her nail kit, her
handkerchiefs, her cell phone, her ‘Hello Kitty’ notebook and matching pencil
until she found her half crushed pack of cigarettes. Picking out the last
intact cigarette, and grabbing the plastic lighter from the table, Chieko ran
over to the open window, lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. She felt her whole body relax as she blew the
smoke out through the open window. She took
a few quick drags, savoring the feeling of the nicotine surging through her
body, and then flicked the cigarette out the window. She watched it land in the
rain soaked gutter two stories below and then tiptoed back to the mirror.
Feeling much more relaxed and
confident, Chieko sat down again. She
shoved all Angela’s makeup and hair products to the side and opened her own
makeup bags, spreading their contents neatly out on the table. First she
delicately spritzed Evian water spray and then fanned her face with her hands.
She used blotter papers to blot the excess oil from her forehead, chin and
nose, and then leaned close to the mirror to carefully examine her pores at
every possible angle. Satisfied that
there were no blemishes, she picked up her Shiseido white lucent skin cream and
squeezed out a small drop into her open palm. Using just the tips of her
fingers, she rubbed it all over her face and neck in small gentle circles. Then, she took her powder and using a small
cushion dabbed it all over her face, especially under her eyes and on the tip
of her nose.
Next she set to work on her
eyes. She opened a small tube of glue
and a box of fake eyelashes. Squeezing a
thin line of glue onto the lashes, she carefully placed them on the rim of one
eyelid and then the other, using her fingers to fan the glue dry. A gentle tug on the lashes ensured they were
secure. She curled both her real lashes
and fake ones together and lined her eyes with black. She chose a pale lilac shimmering eye shadow
and brushed it onto her eyelids all the way up to the eyebrows. Midway between the eye and the eyebrow,
Chieko drew a thin line of dark grey eye shadow to create the illusion of an
eyelid. As she dug into her small makeup
bag for her eyebrow brush, Chieko closed one eye then the other watching in the
mirror to make sure the eyelid lines were even. She meticulously combed her thin eyebrows and coloured them in with a
black pencil, then finished her eyes with a slow coat of black mascara.
Happy with her handiwork,
Chieko lowered her eyelids and fluttered her lashes, flirting with her reflection.
She dabbed her favorite bright red lipstick onto the middle of her lips and
smoothed it out over the rest of her mouth with her middle finger.
“Oh you look so beautiful,”
Angela made Chieko jump. She had been
staring at her reflection so intently; she hadn’t even heard Angela come back
into the room. “Just like a china
doll. I wish I had one of those Chinese
dresses to put you in. That would drive
the men wild. No, I’m sorry, you’re
Japanese. I always get those Asian
countries mixed up.” Angela put down a
can of Pepsi and plate of crackers with cheese. “What do they wear in Japan?”
5
Angela took a sip of her wine
and stared at the pink notebook in her lap. Her house was so quiet. She sat still
and listened, but all she could hear were the creaks and groans as the old
house settled itself in for the night after a long day. It had been a long day, she thought as she
closed her eyes and relaxed back into the couch pillows.
“I know, I know,” she
muttered, “It won’t write itself.” With
a sigh, she put down her wine glass, flipped the journal open to the first page
and picked up her pen.
March
15
Dear
Diary,
Today
is the first day of the rest of my life. Yes, this is officially my new GOOD life. Turning over a new