Zora
It was two months into my first semester at Alpha Academy that I finally was invited to my first party. Though, I wasn’t really invited. Loren was and she told me she’d rather sit at home with me than go to the party without me. So, Saturday night, after training with Maximus all morning, I agreed to let Loren do my make up and attempt (key word) to straighten my hair.
She pulled seven our eight dresses from her closet out and laid them on my bed as she sat me on her desk chair and wheeled over his massive make up cart. She sat cross legged on a stool in front of me and colored my face like a painting.
“So,” she teased. “How’s Max?”
“Fine,” I said quickly. “He’s fine.”
Loren giggled as she swept some powder onto my cheeks. “He is quite fine but I don’t know if I’d use that word f
