Avery
I put on my robe, which Conner handed to me, and then I slid out of bed. My legs ached, but they didn't feel weak. “You guys can look now,” I said, as I noticed that they all had their eyes closed. Am I even more hideous than I was?
After I took Conner’s outstretched hand, he led me into my bathroom. When Clint flipped on the light, I gasped. I stepped forward and stared at my reflection. I touched the mirror to see if it was an illusion because I couldn't believe I was the young woman staring back at me. Yes, she has my eyes, but her skin is no longer pale and riddled with acne. Her hair is not matted, frizzy, or haphazardly sitting atop my head. I leaned even closer so that my nose touched the cool glass of the mirror. My eyes shone brighter and now had flecks of silver, gold, r
