Speak of the Devil

I Have..

"So.. where are you?" I asked into the phone in my hand.

"Five minutes away," she replied "Anyway, why do we always have to meet there?"

"We meet there because it is the only place with good music and if you picked the place we would be in a cupcake shop or something."

"Fine, now turn around I'm here"

I turned around and saw my only friend, Rosie Jones. She is probably the girlish girl in my entire school. For example, today she is wearing full make-up with bright pink lips,pale blue floral design skinning jeans, a pale pink tank top and a pale yellow jumper.

"You look fabulous like everyday, as usual."

"Thanks, you look good too. I love your top. It's so..... different."

"You are lying, anyway let us shop." I said while grabbing her arm.

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I looked at the outfit Rosie picked out for me. It was a black mini dress with black seven inch high high heels. I'm 14 not 16, unlike Rosie. I tried it on anyway, looked at myself in the mirror. I pulled down the dress a bit more now it was mid-thigh (I'm really tall for my age). I finally came out to Rosie. She did a circler movement with her finger, some turned around twice.

"Do you like it?" she asked me, eye were full of wonder and a small not of fear.

I almost forgot to tell you, I have several disorders. I have anger issues, an eating disorder, dyslexia and I'm depressed 80% of the time. I pushed back the anger form inside and put my best fake smile on.

"It's not really my favorite style of dress, it would look better on you though"

"I'll find you a new one, then" she smiled and walked off.

I walked back into the dressing room and waited for Rosie and the outfit. Five minutes later someone slipped a note under the door, I picked it up and read the front.

                               To Ali

I opened it and read it.

     Dear Ali,

                      I'll see you soon.

                      From Your Father.