The Story of Justice

Chapter Three; Parties and Prophecies Part Two

Angel's words were still swimming around her head the next day.

She rummaged through her wardrobe for hours on end trying to put together an ensemble but it was useless. She truly had no sense of style and only just realised. Her style was comfortable, whatever was comfy was what she put on. She didn't care whether she looked good or not. At least, that's how she used to feel before Angel had come along ...

She was explaining to Max how annoying she found him when she was on the phone to him.

"... I honestly can't stand him."

"Mmhmm." Max said disbelievingly.

"You are coming to this thing right?"

"Well I got invited but-"

"There are no buts! You can't leave me there alone." She whined.

"So dramatic Justice." He giggled. "Alright, I'll go but if it's dead I'm out."

Relief washed over her and she exhaled. "Thankyou Max, seriously."

They spoke for a little while longer about everything and nothing then she hung up and sunk down on her bed. She knew what she had to do, but she really didn't want to.

Reluctantly, she dragged her feet down her stairs and went to knock on Melody's door.

"What?" She called from inside.

"It's me. I ... I need to ...to look in your wardrobe."

She heard her shuffle towards the door and watched as an amused Melody leaned against the doorframe. "What can I do for you sis?"

"There's this party ..."

"Oh?" Melody pursed her lips trying to hide her laughter. "And?"

"And ... And you know what I want melody!" Justice snapped.

"I knew this day would come." She said clapping smugly. "Wasn't it you who told me I dress like a two bit hooker?"

Justice suddenly found the beds of her nails incredibly interesting. "I don't recall ..."

Melody snorted but stepped out of the way anyway and let her in the room.

"So what kind of outfit are you looking for?"

"Preferably something that doesn't reveal my private parts."

"HA HA." She said walking over to her wardrobe. She pushed her clothes aside and pulled out a few pieces throwing them behind her on the bed and justice moved to examine them screwing up her face about a few questionable skirts and dresses.

"Sooo," melody started. "Who's party is it? And can anyone just show up?"

"Don't even think about it." She said holding up a little piece of material that she was sure Melody had worn as a skirt. "It's invite only."

"A girl's gotta ask."

After what seemed like a life time, Justice left with a camel midi skirt that Melody swore could be pulled off as a dress and a black body suit that she wasn't completely sure she wanted to wear. Luckily she and melody wore the same size shoe so she borrowed the shortest pair of heels that melody owned.

After quickly jumping in the shower she packed a bag and made her way downstairs to head out.

"Justice?" Her mum yelled out.

Justice silently cursed. She wanted to leave without the hassle of talking to her drunken mother but unfortunately that wasn't going to happen.

She walked into the kitchen where her mother was perched on the counter munching away on a questionable concoction of cream cheese on fish fingers.