Chapter Eight Mike The Fashionista

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So today is my date with Tyler. Yes. Tyler. And I am freaking out about what I should wear. Yup. Me.

I mean, I've never had a date with anybody before. And the pack has never let me buy any decent clothing before.

Whenever I needed new clothes, they just gave me whatever the preteen boys didn't want anymore. Yes. I am that small.

My brother entirely controlled everything I did or wanted to wear. He even messed the clothing up even more than it already was before I received it.

As I stared at my closet I decided on what I had to do.

I had to call Mike.

Mike was a secret fashionista. He always dressed fashionable and took care of himself very much. He always offered to give me make overs, but I never accepted for obvious reasons.

But today. I knew I had to call him.

I picked up the house phone and dialed his number.

"Hello?"

"Mike. I'm ready." I say.

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Author's Note:

Guys I am so sorry!!

I have been so out of it for the past few weeks!

I had my quinceañera and that was so stressful so I couldn't update! Then my family came over and I couldn't update. And right now I'm sick. So I'm writing this as I'm laying down in bed.

So sorry! I'll try to update more times today!!

Love you guys

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