27. Not So Amused

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Ariah

After speculating my closet for the thousandth time, I settled for a uhhh . . . no idea what the heck this was so here's a little picture for demonstration.

Yeah. Like that. In all my years of basketball shorts and sweaters, I had never seen something like this. Let alone wear one.

"Come on try it on Miss! You never know, maybe it'll look good." Yebin, one of the maids who is the same age as me, handed the shirt or whatever it was to me.

I took it, examining it in scrutiny. "It's so . . . revealing."

She rolled her eyes, ripping off my shower robe. Yeah. We're close like that.

Good thing I already had a bra on under. "Yahh!"

She forced the thing over my head, pulling out my tiny arms. I stood there, frowning like a little kid being forced to wear the hideous dresses to church or something.

She stepped back, smiling like the proud mother. "Oh my gosh it's a perfect fit! You look beautiful!"

I blew my curls away from my face. "Whatever that means. Can I take it off now?"

"No! Here, put these jeans on. They match." She threw a pair of ripped jeans my way.

I caught them, confused. "Why are they ripped?!"

She laughed at my disgusted face. "It's the style now Miss. Trust me you'll be fine."

I pulled them on, horrified at the sight. "What the heck?! As if the shirt isn't revealing enough!"

She quickly buttoned them on before I could rip em off. "You look like a normal teenager. Isn't that what today is all about?"

I huffed, irritated. "Fine fine. You're right. But that doesn't mean being a teenager isn't totally overbearing and over rated."

She smiled, walking me to the dresser where she quickly moussed my hair down, covering my left eye again.

I stood up, circling around for her to approve.

She clapped, satisfied. "Perfect! Now it's time for me to go get ready and-"

I slammed the door, pushing her towards the closet. "Ohhh no you don't. We're the same age and around the same size so I'm pretty sure there's something in here for you."

"What? Wait no! Miss I'm not allowed to-"

"Too bad." I shoved her in, locking it from the outside.

"Miss I'm not allowed to-"

"Want me to make it an order? Fine. I order you to find a pretty outfit for yourself and put it on. You'll be wearing and KEEPING it today. No exceptions." I smiled evilly.

"You're smiling evilly, aren't you?" She asked.

I laughed. "Being a teenager got a little better."

There was a bit of rummaging around before she knocked on the door.

I opened it, gasping at her outfit. She decided to go for the blue jumpsuit with white chucks, a white snap back around her short hair to top it off. "You look so pretty!"

She blushed, bowing. "Thank you. I found these for you. They go perfectly with yours."

I took the pair of black and white Adidas from her, tying them on. "There?"

"There." She smiled.

"Cool. Let's go see everyone else's choice of style." I linked arms with her, walking out with the little backpack she used to put my phone, charger and wallet in.

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