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I looked around for a weapon. I didn't even have a pepper spray. I totally should have got one. I took a deep breath and look in the mirror again. I looked like my mother. Not that it was a bad thing but somehow it unnerved me a bit because right this moment I was as worried for Amy and I than she probably was every time I fainted no matter what her reasons were.
"Wicked," I said out loud.
"I'll agree with that," Amy said her head passing through the door, "It's like you are a different person or something. Not that it's bad, I just didn't know what you were used to wear make up."
"I'm not really used to it, it's part of another life I supposed," I said.
"Oh, crazy high school party girl that you are trying to forget," Tamara said entering my room too.
"Something like that."
If only she knew. She was wearing a skirt even shorter than Amy's and heel's even higher and I thought that wouldn't even be possible. And she had a black tank top that barely hide her belly button.
"What could you have possibly been doing? Studying to death with a guy maybe..." she asked.
I didn't like her, there was something weird going on.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea..."
"You need new shoes," Amy said looking at my feet.
That for sure was what I had been wearing rescuing her, and no way I was getting out of those.
"Sorry I got nothing else," I said.
"Let's see if we can find you something," Amy was beaming with happiness.
First party as a student, I didn't get why that was so great. I sure knew the consequences, I could read them all over Alex's face.
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