"Eeek! Are you really?" Becky was standing at her bedroom door, arms across her chest, watching her pack her stuff in her pink luggage bag. All her luggage is in the same shade. Becky offered her brown leather luggage but Sylvie declined it upfront, saying that it was too old and old-fashioned and that she would be caught dead using it. She even called it trash but Becky was used to her harsh comments.
"Totally. Imagine this, I had barely started up that ante-ing when I got informed that I was going with him on this trip."
"Sylvie, I freaking know what's going on with that little head of yours."
"Do you really,huh?"
Sylvie stood in her closet and just stared there. Not doing anything. Her closet is really cramped and the rest of her stuff and clothes are in Becky's closet because her
