FIONA'S STORY

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BROOKVILLE FIONA I styled my hair neatly in the mirror just as I usually did. But this was the early nineties, I had just re watched back to the future two at the cinemas and I admired their hair fashion. It was so classy and I knew it would go perfectly with my hair color. I smiled at the mirror and readjusted my pearl studs even though it was not going to make any difference. I just liked touching it. They were brand new and I had bought it from Chanel a month ago ahead of my preparation of coming back to school. It was my first year of senior year. I was so excited. Everything had to be absolutely perfect. I looked at my mirror and admired myself again. I had on a pale peach short sleeve turtle neck crop top, brand new wrangler mum jeans and stylish Gucci heels. My nails were pa

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