CRAIG'S POV
I gaze at the image I see in the mirror. Its not the usual reflection that seems cold, unkind, and unwelcoming. Today, unlike any other day, I looked like I just walked out of a five year old girls slumber party and they had decided to give me a make-over.
The feathers from the boa around my neck scratched at sensitive skin and the pink that intruded the sacred ground of blue on my clothes burned my eyes. I sigh. It will be worth it though. We'll finally show Stan and them who the superior group is.
How? We'll be better then them at the newest, hot fad. Metrosexual.
