Avery looked at her wooden mirror and sighed.
"Who would find any good clothes in this puny cabin for a house?" She questioned.
She then quickly opened the bathroom door and ran to the closet in her room.
She looked around the closet for any good clothes.
"Three story cabin with no good clothes. Great. Just amazing."
She picked a random dress and random shoes out of what felt like nothing.
She then scurried to get ready then looked at herself again in the mirror.
This will do for now...
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CARLA'S POV
Ugh! Too many good options! How am I supposed to go out NOT looking like a clown!?
She then settled with Jeans, a plain t-shirt, a black plaid jacket, and sneakers.
She looked at her vanity and winked at herself. "Looking good!"
I am so cringey.
She went down the stairs to see her mother.
"I'm going out now mama!"
"Don't do drugs!"
"I won't!"
"Or get drunk."
"I won't"
"Or have-"
"MAMA! I'm going to be fine."
She then looked at the time. 20 minutes.
"Bye mama!"
"Bye honey bun!"
"Don't call me that!"
I shut the door and walked to the car.
"I hope nothing goes wrong... oh wait... something's going to go wrong isn't it?"
Why do I always say the wrong things?
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