"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control-control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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I'm walking to the vending machine as I started to feel quite hungry. It's quite handy that it's right outside my room. I snack often when I'm stressed, and right now feels like the perfect time. It's almost 11 am and I'm alone, and because I'm somewhere unfamiliar, I feel uneasy.
I put the money into the machine, waiting for my chocolate bar to be given to me. I tap my foot against the floor, waiting anxiously. It feels like everything is adding to my anxiety at this point.
"Come on, come on." I mutter to myself.
And when the chocolate bar is dispensed, I say, "Yes!"
"Got ya." I smile as I admire it.
I tuck the bar in the pocket of my shorts before beginning to walk to my room. But my body jolts when I feel someone grab me, pushing something against my face.
"Raaaaaaa!" I hear as I'm being pulled back.
I quickly get free, turning around to see what's going on.
"Summer?!" I shout, "What the hell?! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"Sorry, sorry!"
I try to regain my breath as I look down at the thing she's holding in her hand. "What the hell is that?!"
She holds up a mask. "A zombie mask." while laughing, "I thought you'd look like a hot zombie."
"And where the hell did you get that from?"
She shrugs, "A Halloween party downstairs. I just picked it up off the floor."
"There's a Halloween party downstairs?" I ask her, a confused expression on my face as I knew nothing about it. "Wait... you were just at a Halloween party?"
"Ugh, yeah. I literally just came from there." She tells me. "There were like tonnes of people in costumes, flashing lights, bright music, and everything."
"You didn't say you were going to a party."
She looks a bit awkward when I say that to her, "Well, it was a last-minute decision."
I take a second to look at the state Summer is in. Her tied-back hair is fluffy and wild, her face is puffy, she's barely able to stand up, and I can't help but wonder why she has makeup smudged across her face.
"What happened to you?" I rest my hand on the side of her face, taking a better look.
"What do you mean what happened to me?"
I question her, "Are you drunk? You look drunk."
"Oh... yeah. Yeah, I'm probably a little bit drunk."
