she chose to wear a blue floral printed dress with a baloony skirt. she let her natural ebony curls cascade down from her head to her shoulders and stop at her waist. then to wrap her get-up, she paired it with an ocean blue strappy platform sandals. she sprayed on her channel no.5 perfume, grab her metallic blue pouch and got out of her room.
Lottie's waiting for her wearing a red, sleeveless romper dress. they look at each other eye's-and then burst out laughing after.
"my gosh, Alas. aren't we too patriotic with our get-up,huh?" Lottie said, wiping her tears due to too much laughter.
"I know right? but,duh. you didn't told me you're going to wear red! gracious,Carlotta Henares." Alas said,rolling her eyes. but Lottie just flip her rebonded straight locks and drag her out of their dorm.
the people outside gives them an amuse look. if you could see the two of them now-they really look like the colors of the flag.
the two friends just laugh it out. but Alas' smile faded as her heart thumped louder---upon seeing her...
the girl of her dreams.
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SHORT STORIES I: The Terminal
Historia Cortawhen you love someone... what are you willing to do? ****************************** A short story that will make you realize that the ultimate opposite of love is not hate---but self-doubt. DISCLAIMER: Work of Fiction. any resemblance to real-life...
