Mya stood in front of her full-length mirror and sighed at the sight of herself. What was she thinking? She'd changed three times, each time not happy with the look. Who cared what she looked like? She was now in a pair of blue jeans, a white tank top that clung to her breasts, and her black boots. She'd pull on her black leather jacket she used for her bike when she left for Sam's. And why did she have to go to the stupid BBQ? It's not like she wanted to hang around with Hunter and her snooty attitude. No, she should call and say she couldn't make it say she was sick or something. But Sam would know she was lying, and so would Jane and Taylor. She had to face them, maybe if she spent more time with them, it would become clear what she wanted. She dreaded the date the next day, she should
