My pretty head couldn’t wait for the weekend to hit off. I mentally made plans on hitting to the nearby mall and go some shopping since it felt like it had been ages since I last went to the mall; I was still in NY that time. Last night, I got a call from my parents apologizing for the same damn issue; on why they kept the real nature of Valentino Academy from me. I accepted their apologies for I wanted to move on with it and besides, I was starting to get used with the outlandishness of the environment.
"Yuck, Ms. Page, what kind of outfit is that?" Nadz reeled as she scrubbed her face with a bowl of mashed strawberries and a mixture of yogurt and sugar; her beauty regimen every morning that she once recommended to me.
I appraised my outfit from my pretty head down to my toe at the body
