Atarah Klyte
I bit my lip VERY hard as I looked at my clothes scattered on the bed. What am I going to wear? What kind of date are we going to do so I know what kind of clothes I should wear?
Knock! Knock!
"Why?!" I shouted while still holding my chin and thinking about what to wear.
"Seriously Atarah? You're not done yet?!" was the annoyed answer.
"Duh! Is it obvious?! I don't know what to wear, What date are we going to have?" My face was wrinkled with so much annoyance.
"Damn, just wear a dress not too short!" He is pure d-mn! Can't he just talk like f-vk, d-mn and sh-t.
"No way! Just wait okay? It's almost here!" It's crazy. He said the dress is not too short, what does he want up to his feet?
"Fine! I need to go to my house first, okay? So, hurry up!"
"Yes! There it is!"
"Sh
