I'm so happy for myself. Who would've thought? I've seen around that a good percentage of the population marry their high school sweetheart, but me? No one—not even I—thought that I was the type.
But here I am, the day before my wedding, and my feet already hurt.
Currently, I'm hiding out in the bathroom, sitting down on a bench they have in there. The door is locked. I need a breather.
For the future me—and I know you're out there—I am wearing a light purple, almost white, dress that is itchy in the back and hugs my stomach too much. I've been sliding my heels off and on all day, by somehow I still have blisters forming on my ankles. My tights—don't even get me started! At least my hair is down and natural, nothing special about it.
I have no idea where
Shit. They've noticed I'm gone from the rehearsal. Got to go. Big entry tomorrow, probably.
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The Eye Of The Ankh #Wattys2016
Teen Fiction*EDITED* After her parents' death, Alice joins a group set out to kill chosen members of society. Why? They supposedly commit a crime in the near future that is punishable by death. "We're saving countless lives with what we do." She is chosen to ki...
