Two birds with one stone

Chapter one

I was running. Running fast as if there was a snake or a crocodile. It wasn't this was worse, much worse. This was that guy, the one in the Ford pickup. The one that would follow me and Devonne around. I turned around and screamed. He grabbed me around my waist and yanked me hard to the ground. He leaned over and tried to kiss me. I woke with a start. My bed and I were sweaty. I was panting as if I was actually running. I turned over and grabbed my Iphone. I checked the date. Of course. Today was the day. I got up took a shower and tried to relax. When I got out the shower I went to my room and stood in front of my closet. What was I gonna were? I knew it had to be black, half my closet gone. Not skimpish, one fourth gone. But not to formal, rest of my closet gone. Then I saw it. It was her's. I couldn't where it, I never even got to give it back. I couldn't, not to her own funeral. I wish I didn't say it couldn't be skimpy I would show up like a slut before I would were her own dress to her funeral. I started to cry I was an emotional wreck. What else do you expect when your bestfriend from before pre-k gets snatched up and not only does she lose her innocence but her life. I looked up in the mirror and dropped my towel. This was the body the guys at school craved. This was the face they wanted to say was there girlfriend. This was the Caydee Hillagus. I studied myself. I touched my lips, the natural apple color. I stared into the mirror, looking directly into my crystal-blue eyes. My tan skin trembles at the sight. My golden brown hair cascades down to my large hips, which formed around age 14. That runs in the family. I rotated to locate my rear, as big as ever. I wrap the silky robe around my smooth body and shuffle to the closet, searching for a size 36c bra. I then faced the fact that i would have to wear the dress and slide into it. I place some black heels on my feet and walk down the stairs there I eat a small breakfast afraid I might throwup. I grab my keys ad head to my yellow jeep wrangler. When I put the key in the egnition "in the arms of the angels" is blared and I start crying.