~chapter 2~

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Bianca Dawson, September 14th 2020

I wake up instantly from my sleep. I had a nightmare last night and now I have strange feelings in the pit of my stomach. It feels like somethings telling me something good is going to happen. I ignore the feelings and head down stairs where my family is waiting for me. I sit at the table and our family digs in. My family can be such pigs.

When my family is rude I say things back. So that's what happened at breakfast. My parents were telling me off for being out late the night prior. When things got to bad I got up said "not today Satan" and went upstairs to the peace of my dress room. Its where I go when I just need some peace, or have a good idea of a dress to sew. Lately I have been really busy sewing because next week I am moving to LA. I am currently working on a yellow dress.

My style is dresses and heels and that's it. I refuse to where anything else. I know its stupid but baby, I was born this way.

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