"Crap Bethany!" Stephanie shouted. I sat on my bed in our dorm. This is what happens when I get accused of something. I tell her what it was, she gets mad, I get mad, we break stuff. That's why we have to get new furniture and shit every month.
"You need to fricking do something about this man! I've had enough of spooner doing this crap to you all the time!"
I nodded as I stared at the wall, playing with my thumbs. "I'm gonna invest in getting my eyes changed. AND getting a new name. And look. And pretend to be someone else."
Stephanie turned to me, put her hands on her hips and gave me a look that said and where are you gonna get the money for that?
"Or you can just somehow find a way to prove yourself." I thought this through for a moment. No. Impossible. Spooner would never giver me a chance.
No matter what happened, wether I proved it or not, Spooner would never believe me. Unless I got enough money to clear my eyes. Lots of people do this.
If they get the wrong color, someone eventually finds out and the sign a contract and they clear they color put of the eyes and the real color grows back. Her uncle did this when she was younger.
Gräffïtïgürl101
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Window To The Soul
أدب المراهقينAt age 10 your eyes turn to the color of your soul and you move away from your parents and into a dorm. You get Blue for sad. Green for happy. Purple for moody wich means all of the souls. Hazel for strict. Red for evil. In rare cases, your eyes tur...
