Diary of a Rocker's Kid (D.O.R.K #1) by Haley Allison Page B

She’s been wanting to do that for years, and now we’ve finally got the perfect opportunity. Plus, it’s kind of necessary. I’m looking at the ends of my hair, and…yep, I’ve got split ends. They’re all over the place. Definitely getting a haircut, and I might color it too, even though that’s wayyy outside my comfort zone.
    Here goes nothing. Hopefully I won’t come back bald. That’s my secret fear when entering a salon.
    Ttyl,
    Mads
     
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    “Beverly Hills” by Weezer plays in my head as we turn onto Rodeo Drive. The shops lining the street are just as iconic and ritzy as I pictured them, and it would seem that the palm trees have taken over this place. Ana acts like she’s about to have a seizure next to me as she points out all the stores and salons she wants to check out. Cass said we could spend as much as we want, and neither of us have ever been able to do that, so we’re both pretty stoked.
    The first store we hit is called Ferria, and it’s known to have a lot of the best clothes for teenage girls. We’re greeted at the door by a tall, dark-haired woman with a smug expression. “Welcome to Ferria. My name is Meg, how can I help you?”
    “Hi,” Ana says. “This is Madison Daley, the Grim Weeper’s daughter. She needs a whole new wardrobe.”
    “Gee, thanks Ana.” I laugh.
    Meg gasps, and her eyes light up. “ No way! You’re the Basket Baby?”
    I can’t help but feel a little flattered at her response. I’ve never heard my ‘fame name’ on someone else’s lips before, and the way she just said it, it actually didn’t sound too bad. “Yeah, I am.”
    “Oh my God! I heard the Grim Weeper was back in L.A., but I wasn’t sure whether or not to believe it!”
    “Well, believe it,” Cass says, looking like she’s about to burst with happiness. “They’re out of hiding for good.”
    Meg immediately comes to my side, takes me by the arm, and leads me in the direction of the juniors section. “Well, don’t you worry. I’m going to personally see to it that you get everything you need today.”
    In the hour that follows, Meg stays true to her word. I end up finding a lot of cute clothes I like, even some dresses, much to my surprise. She takes Cass, Ana, and me back to a dressing room with armfuls of clothes in hand, and when I try on my first dress—a strapless black lace overlay dress—I come out of the stall with tears in my eyes.
    Ana notices my distress right away as she’s adjusting a bright green minidress in front of the three-sided mirror. “Mads, what’s wrong?”
    I lift up the top of the dress, showcasing how much room is left in the bust area. “I have no boobs,” I mourn.
    “You can always get it altered,” Meg interjects, giving me a reassuring smile. “Lots of people need their clothes altered. It doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you.”
    “I guess,” I say, supposing that all the dresses in L.A. are made for women who have implants. My cup size is between an A and a B, so I don’t even stand a chance.
    “Try on another one,” Ana suggests. “Find one that looks a little smaller on the top.”
    I respond with a dejected nod, and when I trudge back into the stall, I find a deep purple dress that we got from the juniors section. I slip off the black lace dress easily, and when I slide the new one on, I’m pleasantly surprised to find it fits me like a glove. It’s made of knit fabric and has cap sleeves, and it’s also formfitting, which gives me more of a curvy look.
    I open the door of the stall and step out, feeling a little more confident. Ana and Meg gasp when they see me. “Oh my God, it’s perfect!” Ana says, smiling from ear to ear.
    Meg leads me over to the three-sided mirror and stands behind me with her hands on my shoulders. “See, Madison? You look great.” I smile and nod. Other than my head, which has not been updated to Beverly Hills standards at all, I look great.
    Cass and Ana drag me to a salon after