Ross Lynch has bullied misunderstood Skylar Jones, for most of her life.
Yeah, yeah everyone is called Skylar these days.. When we all think we know the story of the fairy tale ending, 'they live happily ever after' Well no this is life, not Cinde...
"Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody."
— Stephen Chbosky
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Picture: Skylar's White dress attire
Video: Changes by Faul & Wad Ad vs Pnau
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Skylar's POV
I let my tired legs carry me up the several stairs and walk past my dark brown oaky door. The shine of Purple shone from the reflection of the window to my four coloured walls. There on my baby blue sheets of my bed layered a white cloth of material with a nice vanished of cream coming from underneath it. Wow, I have never wore a dress so pretty before. It represented my fashion choices, simple yet elegant. I dropped my school bag in the corner of my room with my mouth still in gap and walked over to the embroiled material that sat patiently on my bed. I pulled it against my tallish figure and glanced at the mirror. Knocking my glasses back up my nose with the back of my hand i Inspect my reflection, It's acceptable length would be if it reached just above my knees but it didn't end there. "Mom" I called out as I looked at the rim of the dress end half way up my thigh. "Yes" she replied louder.
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"I think you go the wrong size" I inspected the dress more letting my fingers trail over the white lines. I heard many footsteps approach until her flowery perfume wafted up my nose. "I can't wear this dress mom" I explained, gesturing to how short it was. "Yes you can, It show's off those things I gave you when you were a baby, you know legs" She poked my tummy making me squirm and retreat backwards. "Mom, I don't wear dresses this short, you know I don't like it" I explain feeling very self-conscience even in front of my mom. "It's not me. Other girls have the legs for this, I don't. Can't I just wear my best jeans please?" I wince when i came to the conclusion about it being shorter when I actually wear it.
"No, I don't care if you never have worn something like this before, you're going to wear it and like it" She stated crossing her arms over her chest. "But momma" I whine. "Don't care, your growing up and that means you need to start changing like the other girls. You know most daughters are arguing with their mother about wearing short clothing- you on the other hand are like a nun." she laughed. I shook my head unable to find a fault in that accusation.
" You seem to wear the same T-shirts and sweats you wear when you were 13" She touched my elbows and kissed the side of my head. "I just want you to feel like the beautiful girl I know you are" She stroked my face and I leaned into her palm. "Thanks mom. I will wear this for you. But in future please don't buy anything like this again. I really don't feel comfortable showing so much skin" I explain locking my arms around her waist and giving my mom a hug. "Thank you darling," She kissed my ear and started to walk out of my room. "Also put your contacts in and leave your hair out, I think it will suit you, you never have it down" she smiled and made her way downstairs.
