CLARA'S POV
"I don't know," I said quietly, dragging down the ends to make it longer, suddenly aware of every inch of myself. "It's a lot of skin, Maya. My whole body is out; I don't think I can pull this off."
"You’re already pulling it off, girl; you look incredible. Look at your waist. All that ass hiding in a school uniform?" She teased.
"Maya, stop."
"But I'm not lying; it's right there."
"I don't feel good in it; let's check for something else."
"Nope, we're not doing that. This is it, and you're wearing this."
"It's my body, Maya, please. I wouldn't wear something that makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Why? No, tell me, why and how does this make you feel uncomfortable? You look fabulous, Clara. You always do this, you always—"
"MAYA, PLEASE!" I screamed. "I don't need you to
