The Perfect Match

Lane

Lane wiped the tears away from her face as she curled her hair, letting them fall on her shoulders in big loafy curls. She hadn't planned on sneaking out, but what was a girl to do? She couldn't miss Adam's party. Besides she promised Mat she would be there, and Adam, and Andrew. She walked across the room and grabbed her sleeky, slutty, thin, short, lavender dress off her bed post. She slipped off her shirt and put it on over her head carefully, she wanted to make it fit perfectly. When she moved to fix her makeup she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her dress perfectly fit her frame, it hugged her thin waist like second skin, made her breast close together and bigger than what they appeared to be. She smiled and moved to fix her makeup, no way was her mother gonna make her miss Adam's party. As soon as she thought she looked good enough she stuffed pillows underneath her blankets and locked her door, then she put on recordings of her sleeping. Making sure it was loud enough to be heard. Then she opened her window and climbed out.