Chapter 2

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"You can look now" said the stylist.

I turned around I made sure my eyes were closed. I was thrown back when i saw my self in the mirror. Way different from my usual tomboy type of style. I had a burgundy flowy dress, with gold heels, my hair which was usual big and curly was done in neat soft ringlets. My makeup was on fleek. My henna on my hand stood out the most I wanted a little thing to remind my of my culture, my dad was Indian and Dominican and my mom was Irish weird I know.

"Come to me Katrina". All the hairs on my body stood up, I turned around and no one was was there. "Who's there" I screamed. "Kat, stop yelling it's almost time come down stairs" my sister yelled back. Maybe it was just my nervousness screwing with me or maybe I'm crazy. Well I didn't want to find out so I ran downstairs.

My two best friend where already here to support me. Chapin and Nicky.

" You look hot, dam I'm a little jealous" said Chapin. The hottie of our six person group the three guys where not here yet, funny though they promised to be on time. Just when I said that I felt someone hot breath on my neck. "I know what your thinking, there was just a little traffic" says Emmanuel. As he kisses me on the cheek and tries to tickle me. Hes the flirt of our group but everyone is convinced he like me, well everyone except me. Then Adam and Gabriel walk, Adam is the jock time one of the group and Gabriel more of the bad boy and for Nicky, i would say shes the more aggressive type. You are probably wondering how the type of people became friends a arty,hot,aggressive,jock,bad boy, and a flirt became friends. Well when your moms been best friends since middle school they kinda grow on you. Even though where usual together we also have other friends that are in our "area". To make sure no one feels left out i let the invited some of there friends. "Lets go, Lets gp where burning day light" yells my mom. "Its 6:30, the sun is already gone" says Nicole. " I don't care how old you are, I don't tolerate back talk. Now let's get started". my mom says strictly.

Beau's POV

"can you please remind me why we left a great life in Sydney, to this country shit hole" Beau said angrily.

"This shit hole was our old home and it will be our home again. Why cant you be like your brothers and be open to knew things. "People like you guys are not safe in the city, they have the woods here where you can roam more freely and other people like you here'. replied my mom.

" I don't need other people to trust or lean on. i'm a lone wolf and forever will be" I say roughly and slam my bedroom door.

Sorry for the short chapter the next one will be very long😁😊.
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