Penny For Your Thoughts? [unedited]

c h a p t e r • f i f t e e n

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The week seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, Friday had graced us with it's presence. Unfortunately, Kenna was still dragging me to this stupid quote unquote "Fundraising Dance".  I believe is more of a reason for people to bump and grind against each other, rather than raise money for the Breast Cancer Research foundation, but hey, what do I know?

I currently sat on Kenna's bed, trying to help her choose between one of millions of dresses. She seemed to be pulling more and more dresses out of her ass; they just kept coming.
The floor of her room was gone, not a spot of carpet untainted by the swirl of fabric that Kenna refused to wear. Dresses were scattered amongst the ground, bed, and chairs in the room.

"Okay, which one? Blue or red?" Kenna turned to me and held up two of the same dress, only in two different colors.

"Is there a difference?" I sighed as I leaned back against one of her many pillows. We've been at this for hours and I'm in dire need of a power nap.

"Um, yeah?" She gasped, looking at me like I was the dumb one. "The blue brings out my red hair, but the red brings out my blue eyes!"

"Your eyes are hazel."

She stared for a minute before shrugging.
"Same difference."

I rolled my eyes as she threw the dresses down and dove back into the heap.

"Why are all these dresses so fancy? It's just a stupid dance." I stood up and walked towards her closet, running my hand over sequin and velvet prom gowns, her options seemingly infinite.

"This 'stupid dance' is the Wadlington equivalent of MET Gala. You must show up pristine and proper, or else you're simply a scummy bottom-feeder."

"Well I'm guess I'm going to be a scummy bottom-feeder. I don't have any MET Gala-esque clothes." I yawned before turning to see her slowly step out of her closet and turn to me creepily.
She shot me an sly, and somewhat mischevious, grin. I couldn't help but feel like she's up to something.

"Before nine o'clock tonight, I will turn you into the glam MET Gala gal you are!"

Before I could initially react, she threw a blur of dress at me and pushed me out of her room. I was so in awe that I didn't even realize what was happening before it was too late.
She slammed the door in my face and locked it behind her.

"Go get dressed and don't come back until you're in that gown!" She yelled.

I rolled my eyes harder than anticipated and stalked to my room, slamming the door behind me.
Just as I had been expecting, this week has been nothing but a whole lot of hoopla. Besides all this stupid dance stuff, my classes were...interesting.

Intro to Entre had become basically a free period. Once we wrote that report on what we business we wanted to open, it all went downhill from there. No work, no assignments. Hell, our teacher didn't show up half of the time.
While Intro to Entre was a walk in the park, Intro to Stats was scaling Mt. Everest. It was piles of work after work, non-stop. We had a test twice in one week and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up.