Chapter 2

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The morning sun is streaming through the big window in Sophia's room, showing little dust particles floating in the air. As the sunlight reaches Sophia's sleeping face she groans then stretches. A huge, happy smile spreads across her face. "Today is the day.", she whispers to herself. "The day Logan will finally ask me to the dance." With the smile still on her face she jumps out of bed and dances towards her closet. She reaches into the back of her large closet and snatches the dress that was sitting back there on a hanger. The dress was baby blue with small, shiny jewels that wrap around the waist. The beautiful dress goes down to the floor and pools around her feet when she's wearing it. Even though dress cost months and months of her saving her allowance to be able to buy it, she knew as soon as she saw it, she just had to have it because it matched her eyes perfectly. The astounding dress that she had bought was for the school dance that was held that night, the dance that she really hoped Logan would ask her too. She hangs the dress on her closets door knob and admires it for a couple more seconds then she goes to choose what to wear that day. Sophia wanted to look so pretty that when she meet up with Logan, that as soon as he saw her, he would take her hand without hesitation and ask her to the dance with him. Suddenly her smile melted and turns into a frown, her parents didn't like Logan at all. She once told them that she thought he was cute and when they heard who he was her parents forbade Sophia to date him or be his friend, what they didn't know was that she has been seeing him secretly. Her parents were well known and respected in the town. Her father was a lawyer and her mother would hold elegant parties. They were popular with the people of Rivertown. Sophia snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head. Her smile appeared again, "What they don't know, won't hurt them." Sophia then gets dressed and fixes her hair. When she gets done she skips down the stairs for breakfast.

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