Fierce (Two Shot Story)

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Go and swipe your red lipstick or lipbalm on.
Go and put on your stilleto or sneakers.
Go and wear your pants or skirt.
But most importantly, wear your most important accesory: confidence.
I'm a girl, and I'm fierce.
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Tok. Tok. Tok.

That's the sound of my black stiletto as I walk the familiar hallway of my school. Tonight is my batch's annual reunion held at my alma mater, La Pristine Academy. They say that we do this reunion so we can check out each other after years of not seeing each other. But personally, I think we do this just to boast our accomplishments or changes. Like what I' m gonna do today. I'll show them that I'm not the same 'ol weakling.

I walk towards the bathroom to fix myself before I show myself to everybody. I get my pouch from my bag and took out my precious red lipstick and retouched my lips. Next, I repowdered my face. Third, I comb out my sleek black hair. Lastly, I put some of my favorite cologne. I'm all ready to go.

I get out of the bathroom and went to the auditorium, where the reunion is held. As I touched the doorknob, I let out a deep breath. And opened the door.