Narrative Essay On Real House Wives Of New Jersey

As any other afternoon, Bailey awoke and snap-chatted all her streaks pictures of her cat, Skittles. The rain a few days before brought in a large cold front and her pink faux fur coat was ready to be worn. Baileys plans for the night consisted of dinner and a party with a new boy she had been talking to for quite a while. Her hair was already straighten and slightly curled under and her dark coarse eyebrows just needed to be brushed straight. She did her makeup with neutral browns to complement her hazel green eyes. She slipped into her ripped jeans and black Bebe shirt then painted her nails to match. It was 4:30 pm. Real House Wives of New Jersey was playing reruns. Bailey sipped on her Starbucks iced coffee with low fat cream and no sugar. “It is never too cold for ice coffee,” she claimed turning towards her mother. The high today was sixty degrees. Bailey’s open toed black velvet heels made her toes shiver but that did not stop her. She lived by “I am better than life its self” and no one could convince her otherwise. As she was running the straightener over her hair, her date rolled into the drive way, honking to signal he was there. She kissed her parents good-bye and said she would be home by
Her date looked presentable but no where near Bailey’s standards. His hair was messy and he wore khakis and a nice polo. He handed Bailey the aux cord. Bailey blasted Drake and Travis Scott, hyping him and herself up for the night. They pulled into Chili's and walked in. She ordered the honey chipotle chicken tenders on waffles; she knew she could not eat it but got it anyway. Bailey and her date never stopped talking whether it be about things at school or old childhood memories. It quickly approached 9 o’clock and they were ready to go to the party. On the car ride there, she could not stop her self from tweeting about the night to