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Chapter 30

My closet became empty as I tossed every forsaken article of clothing on to my wooden flooring. Knowing me, finding a decent enough outfit for tonight would be one of the most difficult things I've ever faced other than of course, witnessing Mark's father commit suicide, that is.

I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him, I knew he had been going through every negative feeling imaginable but for him him to stoop this low, to ruin
my life so effortlessly, it felt hopeless to try to fix things.

Suddenly the device in my back pocket began barking rabidly, I swiftly griped it in my hand and checked who was the one to blame for this bothersome moment. Cat Selman, upper class-man and probably one of the prettiest girls I've come to know.

Cat and I weren't awfully close so the fact she was randomly calling me at this time slightly worried me, I answered anyway.

"Cat?"

"Karisma?"

not Cat, the voice was of a young boy.

"Mario."

"Yes."

Mario Selman was Cat's older brother however, unlike Cat, he did not have my number. My curiosity grew as I thought of a way to respond. Mario was gentle hearted and a generally kind person so I wasn't worried, just confused.

"Well...?" My voice landed with a giggle as if to mock him for his short comings.

"Oh, yeah. Well, I need a ride to the party tonight and Cat says she has a dress for you to wear so... I was wondering if you could come up and take me to the party...?"

A fit of laughter almost erupted from my mouth as I heard his voice break a little, Mario was basically a nervous car wreck and he resented rejection.

"Of course, Mario. But, why would Cat lend me a dress?"

"I don't know, something about how you don't ever have anything good to wear..."

'Ouch' It was true, I'm not as fashion forward as I would like to be, and it's not because I don't know my fashion trends, It's only because I'm bombarded with 4 boys and high rent. I'm practically saying four little brothers and the fact that your parents make about as much money as a poptart creates a not-so happy teenager.

"Okay, I'll be there in 30."

And with that, I headed off to Mario's house with hopes to make a seriously successful night.

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I apologize for the somewhat meaningless chapter however, my brother is literally sitting over my shoulder like a parrot and I can't write anything well while being watched like a hawk.

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