EYE SPY
I almost decided not to go tonight. Then I think about how hurt Franny would be if I weren’t there, cheering him on as he struts his drag-queen-self down the catwalk. This contest means so much to him, and I hate the idea of disappointing him. I slap a smile on my face, reassuring myself it will be fun.
I stare back at myself in the mirror, examining my straight black hair, which hangs to my waist. It shimmers in the light and makes my tawny face pop. I have never liked a lot of glamour. My lashes are long enough and thick enough to capture the vibrancy of my hazel eyes. Dr. Rice was right about one thing … I am a simple girl … and damn proud of it too!
I’m wearing my ripped jeans, western boots, and a white blouse with my black leather jacket. I swiped it from Tad. It’s cool wi
