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'As I lay face-first on my bed, the door to my room creaked open and a bright, bubbly voice chimed in. "Helena! What's going on? You've been in all day!" I lifted my head to see my friend Tiffany sauntering into the room, her long blonde hair bouncing with each step. Her sparkling blue eyes and warm smile could light up a room, and I was grateful to have her as my rock.
Tiffany and I had met a few years ago, when she moved to our village from a nearby village. We bonded over our love of adventure and our desire to uncover the secrets of our mysterious village.
As she plopped down beside me on the bed, I tried to avoid her prying eyes. But she knew me too well. "What's new with you, Helena? You've been distant lately," she said, her voice laced with concern.
I shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I don't know, Tiff. I just haven't been feeling myself lately. And with my birthday party coming up, I'm feeling really overwhelmed."
Tiffany's expression turned sympathetic. "Aww, Helena, you're going to be okay! We'll get through this together. But first, let's get you out of this room and into some fresh air. You're starting to look like a ghost! And by the way, how's your dress coming along?"
I groaned, feeling a surge of stress. "Ugh, don't even get me started. Mom's been breathing down my neck to finish it on time, and I'm still trying to get the sleeves right."
Tiffany chuckled. "I'm sure your dress will be stunning, Helena. You're so talented with a needle and thread. But... I have to ask... are you planning on wearing it to impress a certain lumberman?"