Almighty Lycan.

Reunited.

I don't like the way he's looking at youI'm starting to think you want him tooAm I crazy? Have I lost yaEven though I know you love me, can't help itI turn my cheek, music upAnd I'm puffing my chestI'm getting ready to face youCan call me obsessedIt's not your fault that they hoverI mean no disrespectIt's my right to be hellishI still get jealous

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"Is this really necessary?" I hissed as my grandma yanks on my hair for the fiftieth time.

"Absolutely." She shortly replies, trying to to get the brush through my loose curls. "Good lord child, don't you know what  a brush is?"

"I'd rather die by paper shredder than to brush my hair on a regular basis." I say in a deadly tone as I grip the edge of the vanity I'm currently occupying, like my life depended on it.

She whacks me upside the head with the heavy brush, and I yelp out in surprise and anger. "Watch it girl, I'm still your grandma and your elder. Don't forget that."

"Are you crazy?! You've probably just gave me a concussion!" I yell out angrily. "What the heck is this party even for to begin with?"

"Well how else am I supposed to introduce you to your cousin?" She asked in annoyance.

My heart stopped for a split second while I processed her words. I whipped around to face her, my eyes as big as saucers. "I-I have a cousin?"

She smirked at me. "Oh yes, she's quite beautiful too."

"It's a girl? Why haven't you told me about her?" I practically screech.

She shrugged it off. "I didn't want to get your hopes up for meeting her. I wasn't sure if she would show up."

I turned back around slowly, processing this information slowly. "What does she look like?"

"Well," She thought about it for a minute. "She's just a little lighter than you. She's also taller than you, and her hair is curly just like yours but hers are in tight ringlets."

I slightly pout as she describes someone prettier than me. I don't even know her and I'm already jealous of her.

"There, I'm done." Grandma says as she wipes some sweat off her brow. 

My hair is straightened and parted down the middle, making my features on my face appear sharper and effectively making me look older than I am.

"What am I to wear?"

Grandma gets a mischievous look on her face as she gestures to a wardrobe in her room. 

When I open it I find that it's empty. I turn to her with my eyebrows raised and close the doors. "Uh."

"Just imagine a dress you would like to wear to the party and it will appear in the wardrobe." She explains.

I turn around skeptically, and try to conjure up a dress I would like to adorn on my body. Once I have my dress in mind, I slowly creak the closet doors open and peak inside expecting to see nothing. I gasp and throw the doors open wider as I take in the dress I was going to wear.