.....a few days before the rejection games
-Alyna-
Days had quickly passed in to weeks, and it was already getting closer. The games. I didn't like thinking about it much, so I pushed it to the back of my head, but it was always following me.
I had this weird, twitching feeling in my stomach when I thought about that. The feeling inside my stomach... it felt like wild, thrashing bats were forming a permanent nest inside my stomach.
"Dresses, we need lots of dresses," Irene said as she bit into the french toast I had made. "Beautiful ones, sexy ones." Irene had a glassy look on her eye as she whispered about the dresses as if she was drunk or high or something.
"But I have dresses," I complained, which elicited a scoff from my best friend, and an eyeroll. She looked at me like I wa
