By the time Georgie and Jane were done even I couldn't recognize the girl- I mean lady who was staring at me from the mirror. You could hardly tell that I had bruises. I couldn't even describe it. I just stared at me awed.
This, my friend, is what was called talent.
"Soooo...." Georgie exclaimed happily behind me.
"I love it." I whispered slowly. They had actually brought me jeans as I had first asked them to. It was pretty hard to convince them over the phone, but what can I say, I got mad skills. My aunt would be furious when she saw me. Instead of wearing a dress like I was supposed to, I had on a black fitting crop top. ripped jeans and a long cardigan. i had this outfit thought out with escape in my head. Not that i had given up on it. In fact my hopes rose tenfold when I heard tha
