Prologue:
I thought death would be worse. More gruesome, vicious maybe. Not that it wasn't. It was actually very, very lonely. For a while at least. My "death" was my first ever memory.
August 2, 2009, 7:14 am. I had just turned 12 and we were driv...
I unchained Emily and took her up to one of the several rooms. I ended up walking into this one:
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"Now." I started talking to her. "You need a makeover. No offense, but you're in my squad now. And I don't accept ugly people." I looked over at my phone. 2:46.That should be plenty of time.
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After 2 hours of hard work, I finally finished. She looked pretty, but not enough to out-do me:
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"I'm going to go take a shower. You go downstairs. Matthew will make breakfast." Her face turned grim. "It's not poisoned this time, chill."
I went into the nearest bathroom and took a nice, boiling hot shower:
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Hmm.I thought. Everyone in the school thinks I'm a pretty, innocent, goody-two-shoes. I need to dress badass today, incase Emily isn't enough proof that I run this school. I settled on this outfit:
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