What happens when a mother and father get a divorce leaving their seven children heart broken and seperated from one another.
When the father receives full custody of the 5 of them after not willing to fight for the 2 youngest which the judge though...
I don't even know why we even have to go to this stupid dinner. I mean he is Angelo's friend and not mine. So why are we even going with him?
Angelo had came up to my room five minutes ago telling me to get dressed. Apparently were going to a fancy restaurant. I mean what's with rich people and fancy restaurants. I would much rather a bit of McDonald's.
So right now I am laying on my closet floor looking up at the ceiling. Hoping a outfit will appear infront of me. I mean I don't know how to dress for these occasions usually Kate dresses me. I texted her but there has been no response.
My eyes glance around the racks of clothes. How can I have so much clothes but nothing to wear? What do I even wear to a restaurant?
Ugh why does having to be a girl so difficult? At times like these I wished I was a boy.
My eyes pick up on a dress. A beam of happiness flashes across my face when I can imagine it on me. I get up quickly pulling it off the rack. It was a black dress with red Rose's. There is a square cut chest and puffy short sleeves. It would be perfect with a pair of black 'Dock Martens'. Kate would be so proud.
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I leave my hair natural it's not like I can do anything and makeup is overrated. I look in the mirror, yeah I definitely don't look like I just found out my twin brothers best friend is a creep. Deep breath and smile.
Why am I even trying? It's not like I care.
Before I head downstairs, I have a feeling Roman isn't going to know what to wear tonight.
I knocked on his door to hear a muffled 'come in'. When I walk in I see Roman laying flat on his stomach. His face stuffed into a pillow.
"You know I'm surprised I'm dressed before you." I say closing the door behind me. Walking closer to Roman.
He moves his head to the side so he can see me. "Well you look nice. Not like an angry munchkin like earlier." He chuckles and I roll my eyes.
"So what are you wearing? You know I never thought I would be saying this to you but if you don't get dressed Angelo will have a fit." Usually those words are coming from him.
"Oh how the tables have turned." Roman laughed pushing himself up. He got up and moved over to his closet. Five minutes later he came back out wearing a pair of denim jeans with a grey polo shirt.
"Do I look like a rich kid?" Roman raised his eyebrow. Holding out his hands as if presenting something.
I laughed. "You sure do look posh. If your old friends saw you now they wouldn't believe it." I laughed.
