Why didn't anyone tell me about 'RWBY' sooner?!
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I am currently wearing a ruffled, pink and red, floral cropped top and mini skirt set along with a pair of black high top converse.
I paired this outfit with silver jewelry pieces, leaving my blonde hair to tumble down my back in loose waves.
Okay.
I think that I like this outfit.
Mainly because I literally have no time to change again.
My cellphone suddenly begins to ring which causes me to jump.
Who is calling me at eight in the morning?
I make my way over towards my cellphone only to furrow my eyebrows with confusion.
I do not have the number saved.
"Hello?" I ask as I accept the call and bring the phone up to my ear
"Do you need a ride to school?" The person asks
I furrow my eyebrows again as I make my way into my bathroom so that I can apply some makeup to my face.
"Alexis?" I ask with confusion
Why is her number not saved in my phone anymore?
I do not even remember deleting it.
The last thing I remember from yesterday is Farrah and I going to get her some ice for her head.
At first I thought that all of this was a weird set of coincidences, but now I don't know.
I think that something weird it happened.
"Yes," she says
"My name is Alexis Narcovia, your name is Haley Wilder, we have been dating for two and a half months" she tells me with a slower pace of voice
I roll my eyes as I mentally groan at her.
Seriously?
She wants to do this shit now?
"What do you want Alexis?" I ask her, my annoyance slithering its way through my tone
Calm down, Haley.
If you yell at her then it will get you both nowhere.
You need her to get into the fashion show.
After that you can be as mean as you want.
I sigh at this.
Just three more days.
"I want to know why you've been ignoring me?" She asks
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Sincerely, Haley (Wilder Series #4)
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