Camila
My pajamas were replaced with a pair of shorts, top, and hoodie. If seen by my parents or any of the guards, the change wouldn't incite anyone's curiosity. The long white sundress I have stuffed into my backpack would. It wasn't what I imagined my wedding dress would be, but as my circulation hummed with anticipation, I knew my dress wasn't what I'd remember about this night. It would be the significance of saying 'I do.'
Turning my phone to vibrate, I stuffed it in my back pocket. I zipped my backpack and swung it over my shoulder. Inside my bedroom, I stilled, standing with my hand on the doorknob and looking around.
Seeing the room I'd lived in my entire life, memories stared back at me. Pictures in frames and others pinned to a bulletin board. Hurrying to the bookcase, I gra
