"Now, don't you even dare get this dress dirty!" My mother said as she buttoned my orange gown up, ready to lead me out to let me go 'hang out' with my friends. Now these friends, they weren't the usual type of friends. I took my white jacket and put it on, ready to face stains on it.
I would have picked another jacket, in fact I'd have looked for it, but it was better to face an angry outburst from my mom about the stains rather than a beating from my 'friends'. I ran out of the house, my long, blonde hair flowing in the wind, not wanting to be a second late. Then I'd have to use make-up for the bruises, which hurt.
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