Chapter 2

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"Hey Dani! Wait up!"

Dani turned around in the hall, walking backwards. Becca was weaving through the masses toward her. She had none of her brother Quan's size, but her small body let her flit between gaps in the crowd. Becca caught up and they continued down the hall together.

"Guess what?" she bubbled, face glowing. Without giving Dani time to answer, she burst,

"Jackson just asked me to prom!"

Dani smiled at her tiny, glowing friend.

"Awesome! Good for you,"

"Thanks," Becca beamed, brushing her long curled hair away from her face. It was no surprise to Dani. Becca was pretty and sporty. It was only a matter of time before she was asked.

"What about you?" Becca inquired, turning to look at Dani.

She shrugged carelessly.

"Nah. Never much liked dances. I guess I'd go if I was asked but..."

Becca put her hands on her hips as they walked, frowning at Dani.

"You know, if you wore something other than jeans and hoodies than someone might ask you," she reprimanded.

Anger lit in Dani. She could feel a dangerous outburst coming, but wasn't in the mood to stop it.

"If it takes nice clothes for someone to like me, than that's not the kind of person I'd want to go with," she snapped. "I don't feel the need to prove to everyone that I'm something else!"

A silence filled with background chatter spiraled between them. Becca looked at her shoes, brushed her hair quickly over her face, and took a sharp turn into another hall.

Anger and guilt simmering in equal measure, Dani shoved her hands in her pockets and went to class. She shouldn't have said that. Becca did care too much what others thought, but she was trying to be helpful. And she was pretty much the only close friend Dani had beyond her adoptive family.

But darn it, she liked hoodies! Was it so wrong to want to be comfortable instead of preppy? She had only been alive for 4 years and people already wanted her to change!  Why did anyone care if she wore makeup and crop tops?

After being created to fit someone else's dream, she wasn't much in the mood to conform now.


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