I can barely walk in the heels Clara chose for me to wear. If I fall and embarrass myself, I'm blaming her. Jenna can't control her laughter next to me, and I shoot her a glare. She's part of the problem. That's why Clara found me yesterday and carried me to the mall. But if Jenna hadn't told her, Clara would have found another way to get me to the mall; it wasn't like I could have avoided her forever since we lived in the same house.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing, Scarlett?" Jenna asks me.
I wasn't paying attention to anything around me; I was too busy staring at the heels and trying not to trip.
"What are you talking about?" I ask her.
"Look up." She whispers.
I do as she says, and only then do I realize all eyes are on me. I suddenly feel nervous under all the stares. I was n
