Chapter 9: Girls night out (Part 1)

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<Leah's POV>

I turn my head, looking away from the window and the beautiful evening night. I grab the remote and flip threw the channels. Morgan is in her room studying.

'I should be studying' I think.

"Morgan!" I scream.

I hear her getting up from her bed. Morgan gives a soft sigh.

"Yes Leah?" She says with her voice laced with a bit of annoyance.

"I'm bored, I want to do something." I say in a child-like voice.

"Well I'm studying, I wanna pass this test." She said walking towards the fridge. Morgan opens it, and frowns.

"Is there any food in here?"

"I don't think so. Hey! I have an idea!" I say growing excited by the thought.

"What is it?"

"How about a Girls Nigh Out?" I wait for her reaction.

Morgan gives me a soft smile. She goes in her room, I can hear the faint shuffle of papers. Her door opens.

"Sure Leah, that sounds fun."

"Ok, it's settled then! Be back in the living room in 30 minutes!" I shoot up from the seat and run into my room.

I go in my room and get ready. This process felt like it took forever. After I am all done I look in the mirror.

'Not bad Leah, not bad' I think.

When I open my door, I see that Morgan is ready to go.

"Wow, you look beautiful." She says admiring my outfit.

"Thank you. If anything you look like a goddess! I just look decent."

Feeling uncomfortable by her staring, I have motion her to go to the door. We go to her car and she drives.

"So...." She says trying to start conversation.

"Where would you like to go?"

"I don't know." I say truthfully.

"I have a place." She says in a sing song voice.

"Where?" I say sounding like an eager child.

"It's a surprise Leah."

I stay quiet trying to think of all the possibilities of this place. While I think I decide to close my eyes a bit.

"Get up Leah." Morgan says.

"Hmmm?" I say confused.

"We're here."

SORRY, for not updating. I have been so busy with alot. I'll be updating more. There will be a part two to this.

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