I knew that I wasn't supposed to be out this late.
And I definitely knew about the kidnappings that had been on the news recently.
But did I care?
No.
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Nikki Thomas. A girl with good grades, blue hair, and a messed up family history.
IM ONLY...
I basically had no choice but to follow what he said, because I was in no mood to see what he had in store.
Also, I really did need that Advil.
So, stumbling to the pile he left, I grabbed the bottle and took the pill.
Then I sat down and started to look through the pile.
I knew what I was wearing was kind of risky, but these clothes barely covered anything. I would be more covered wearing just my bra and underwear.
"He expects me to wear this? Willingly?" I mumbled.
"Yes," a velvety voice said.
I jumped and turned around.
The person behind me had long, dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and was wearing blue jeans with a University of Toronto hoodie.
She was carrying a dark purple bag, so I assumed she was the makeup artist.
"I'm supposed to tell Chase if you didn't follow the rules, but you're new here, so I'll cut you some slack." She sat down on the bed. "Just quickly get changed so I can do your makeup."
I looked at the clothes again.
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This is going to be a fun night.
I stared at the pile of neatly folded clothes and sighed.
Why did this have to happen to me?
Maybe it's because my life was so boring.
I didn't have a tough home life (my Mom got a divorce with my Father, and married someone who treated her right), I wasn't bullied at school, and I got good grades.
Maybe it's some higher being controlling me life, who was like 'naw, this girl needs some more drama in her life!'.
Or maybe this isn't real, and some 200 pound dude is playing a video game where I'm the main character, and he got me into this.
I softly chuckled at myself.
At least my sense of humor hasn't been stolen. Like I was.
I heard shuffling behind me and remembered that makeup girl was there.
"Stop daydreaming and start changing," She demanded.
I turned to her and asked why.
Her answer?
"Chase."
A/N Heyyyyyy!
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