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i cried while writing my own story.
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It was finally prom night.
Nicole didn't make any type of appointments in advanced, so she had to do all the getting ready by herself.
She must've been in her bathroom for over an hour. She did more work on her face than she did school work.
When she finished off her look with a coat of red lipstick, she actually felt pretty.
She went to her bedroom and admired her mother's dress. It was laid neatly across the bed. She slipped it off of the hanger and put it on.
She was surprised when it actually fit. It wasn't slipping off of her shoulders or sagging a lot. She was trying her best to get better, even if she was upset over what was happening between her and Josh.
She grabbed her hand bag, which encased her phone, wallet, keys, and medicine.
She was standing in the mirror, critiquing every single detail of herself. She then slipped on her silver heels and called her father's name, signaling that that she was ready and he wanted to take pictures before she left.
She began down the steps, her father standing at the bottom with his camera, snapping multiple pictures of her.
"You look just like your mother." He told her.
"Thank you," she looked down at herself and blushed.
"What time is Josh gonna be here?" He took an off guard picture of her.
"He said six. We're gonna meet up with Tyler and Jenna when we get there."
