June's just been cast out of her coven for reasons her brilliant mind still can't comprehend. With the help of her Guardian, Ginny, she ups and leaves for a town clear across the country called Beacon Hills. But as soon as she gets there, peculiar m...
I shrugged on my tan leather jacket to feel some sense of dressing down, when in all honesty I could not feel more dolled up. I slipped on my black heels for school, and looked in the mirror to check that there was no lipstick in my teeth. I sighed, stuffing a pair of converse in my backpack and then proceeded downstairs to the smell of bacon.
"Morning June!" Ginny turned cheerily towards me, and froze. "What are you wearing?"
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"Lydia doesn't believe that I own more than one nice outfit." I mumbled.
"What in the hell does that mean?"
"Like the first day of school outfit I had? Afterwards I kind of stuck to less formal than what she normally wears."
Ginny shrugged, "Well, it is a bit of a downplay from what you have worn in the past." Her tone was too similar to that of a mom who doesn't want to tell her kid that the picture they drew was actually atrocious.
My mouth kept opening and closing like a fish struggling to breathe, "The past also included my life literally being like I was on the set of Gossip Girl everyday! Where I went to a private school, and my friends were all socialites! And I lived in the Upper East Side!"
Ginny was cracking up, and I narrowed my eyes at her, "I'm glad you find this so funny."
"It's just - since when do you care? You used to love dressing like that."
"Well that was until I met Lydia Martin, okay? The girl could probably make Victoria Beckham feel like she was wearing a trash bag."
"So this is... some form of retaliation?"
I slipped on the sunglasses I picked with the outfit, "More like, 'Get off my back, Lydia.'"
"You have fun with that." I kissed her on the cheek, and walked to my car.
*****
"What in the hell is that?"
I brushed off the feeling of people staring as they walked by when I walked up to Lydia, "Good morning to you too, lovely."
"What are you wearing?"
"A skirt." She raised an eyebrow.
"A Tory Burch Jacket, a Burberry tee, a Marni skirt, and are those Louboutin's?"
I smiled, "I told you I could dress nice."
Her mouth dropped, "Okay, point proven. Now after school we're seriously going through your closet."
