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Hey guys!

This is just a one shot story that I made but I’m planning on making it a story if I get some encouraging comments and vote on this.

And I hope you’ll like it!

This story is posted before but my mind got mixed up that’s why I deleted it. But if you guys request to make it as a full book, just say it!

And I apologize for my wrong grammars and spelling.

Comment!

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-Jeanne

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“This tight” I complained.

“Why don’t you choose your dress because we’ve been searching the mall for 2 hours and every time I pick a perfect dress you always complain!” Anne frustratingly exclaimed earning a few looks from people passing.

Anne is my best friend since childhood and a hyperactive person. She’s always blabbering and too talkative for her age. Sometimes, she’s annoying as hell because she just won’t shut up, but I like her that way. Even her being garrulous, you can trust her in keeping secrets.

I know what you’re thinking. How can a person like her keep a secret with her chatty behaviour?

Well that’s one thing I’m always wondering but when she talk, she just entertains. I don’t know. Share funny and interesting stories about her life and things she sees on the internet. But she never did mention any personal things or gossips to us. Only her ideas and thinkings.

One thing I like about her the most is that she’s buoyant and supportive.

“I don’t know anything about fashion” I whine.

Parties aren’t really my thing, sure when I was in high school I like going to parties but not too much. As for Anne, she’s a hard-core party addict that’s why she knows almost all of the students in school.

And not to mention, good in fashion. Her closet is full of dresses and different kinds of clothes. That’s why every time we went to party, I just let her choose an outfit for me.

“Xeena, just say ‘yes’ then we can go”

“Fine but next time I’ll get to choose my own clothes” I protested.

She made a disgusted face, “Ugh, you suck at picking clothes, no wonder why your mom brought a designer for you” she mumbled almost to herself but I heard it anyway.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing, sure.”

“Hmm”

After 5 minutes of deciding, I finally agreed to a black dress with small glimmering diamonds around the waistline along with black wedge heels.

“So…..where to?” I asked nodding out to different stores.

“Hmmm, let’s go…..” she looked up and tapped he chin with her forefinger, thinking.

And then she grinned mischievously at me. Oh no.

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