|Adam|
Looking down at my plain shorts and baggy T-shirt, I bite my lip. Melody's clothes are so outgoing. If I changed my style would she think more or less of me?
Sighing dramatically, I hold up a light purple shirt to my chest to see if the color suites me. The me that reflects in the mirror is confident, proud, and the best boyfriend to Melody. Looking closer, my eye bags bulge and my freckles pop out of my face.
Running my hands through my ginger hair, I throw the purple shirt into my backpack, not bothering to fold it. Thinking twice, I quickly take the shirt back out and fold it neatly before placing it carefully back in the bottom of the bag.
Suddenly, my door bangs open.
"AH! What the hell is wrong with you, Hope?!" I yell, half snorting in the middle of my sentence considering she's keeled over, dying of laughter.
"You should've seen your face!" She gasps, wheezing from laughter. "Are you almost done with your packing?"
"Yeah, I think," I murmur, looking around the room at my many extra T-shirts and sweats scattered around. "Yes."
"Whooo! You better get ready for the time of your fucking life!" She screams, running out of the room with her fists in the air.
YOU ARE READING
Forest
HorrorWhen a tour group is wandering through the wilderness, the weather takes a turn for the worst. Abandoned and lost, they aimlessly wander deeper into the woods. Will they be able to survive the night?
