Getting ready seemed impossible now. I had no energy and no motivation to do anything anymore, but tonight I really did want to try.
I straightened my hair and put it up into a tight silky ponytail and I wore my b**m looking bra-top that pushed my breasts up to my ears, my tight black jeans and wore the boots Maddie gave me. I did my eyeshadow, so it matched my boots, and apart from not blending it out as well as I used to, it looks above average.
I walked out of my room, grabbing my thick winter jacket to keep out most of the cold from this windy day.
When I wrapped it around me, I saw Zac sitting on the stool at the kitchen counter.
“Hey,” he says, awkwardly.
“Hi,” I say and continue to walk past me.
“Are you walking to work?” He asks, as if I haven’t been doing it for the pa
