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Hi! This is my first attempt at writing on here and something that's not fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it and there will be more chapters. It's not that happy in my opinion. So be warned.
Lisa stared at her reflection. Scars marred her shoulders and back from a chemical accident. She was supposed to go to a Donor Ball for the donors that have funds at the lab she worked at. The dress that Trish picked out for her would show them and Lisa was very sensitive about them. The dress was pretty though, a nice shade of rich green that went well with her black hair. Lisa really wanted to wear it but she hated looking at her scars. Making a decision, she turned to the door to talk to her friend.
"Trish?" She asked the blonde model.
"What's up?" Trish leaned on the other side of the door.
"Could you grab that black sweater near the entrance?" Lisa crossed her fingers that she wouldn't ask any questions.
"Why? You don't need that. You look great in anything." Trish knew about her scars but didn't know she was so self-conscious about them.
"Yeah, but you know how cold I get at those donor things. It's unreal." Lisa tried to sound casual but she was getting impatient.
"Just ask Mr. Emisix to snuggle and you don't need a sweater." Trish was getting terribly annoying.
"Go get the freaking sweater!" Lisa got the attention of the some other customers.
"Okay, keep up your shorts on," Trish muttered, as she made her way to the entrance of Kohl's and came back with a sweater. She threw it over the door and Lisa came out shortly.
"You're rocking that dress but it would look better without the sweater." She ignored Trish and went back in to change. Lisa went to the ball slightly comforted that her scars were hidden from judging human eyes.
