EMMA’s POV:
Normally, I hate Mondays.
But, not this year. This year, Mondays meant that I could see my boyfriend around the school, so how could I not look forward to it? I had a spring in my step as I made my way to school. Walking down the hallways, I noticed that people’s eyes were on me. It was a weird feeling to be noticed like this, but I couldn’t blame them. I may have gone a little bit too overboard with my new wardrobe.
I was wearing this off-shoulder sweater dress that was kind of short. Usually, I’d wear a pair of leggings with them, but not anymore. I paired it with some tall knee-length boots instead.
“Whoa, who are you and what have you done to my sweet, innocent Emma?” Carrie said, stopping my tracks.
“Well, I don’t know who she is but I love her!” Tiff
