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Picture of Anne >>>>>>>>>
I don't know about you, but I'm not that 'dress up' type of girl. I'm also not that 'dating' type of girl. I mean, sure I date, but that's only if Katrina forces me to. Which is why I stood there in front of my wooden closet, trying to figure out what to wear.
"YO BRO!" Rachel's sudden burst into my room. She scared the shit out of me.
"Rachel? What the hell!"
"SUP MAN?! SUP?"
I burst out laughing. I didn't think work could be bad influence on her, but it turns out, she's turned into a gangster member.
"Who are you and what have you done to my sister Rachel?" I asked suspiciously. She grinned. "Come on Rachel, help me look fro something to wear."
As soon as that left my lips, I instantly regreted it. Rachel pulled out that short red dress she bought me. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
"Where Ya goin' BRO?"
"A date." I winced.
"Ooooooooh! Who's The lucky boy?" I laughed at how she flipped back to the original Rachel.
"Some emo kid named Brendon." I covered my face with my hands in regret. "Katrina's going to pick me up in ten minutes!!! "
"Quickly! Put this on! Theres no time to look for another! " I hated how she can be so sneaky sometimes.
Eventually, I put the damn dress on. It was six inches above my knees and as tight as a second skin. The dress was strapless and had a blood-red colour. It went well against my pale complexion, but I didn't like it, seeing as it screamed 'slut'.
Rachel put some makeup on me. The dark eyeshadow and eyeliner made my grey eyes stand out, and the mascara made my eyelashes look thicker and longer. She also added red lipstick as a finished touch.
My phone rang. Ugh. I seriously have to change that Nokia ring tone, it gets on my nerves and don't even get me started about how embarrassing it is. Katrina keeps nagging me about getting a smart-phone but hell, I don't have money to spare.
"GET OUT NOW!!"
"Sheesh. Okay, okay i'm coming"
"Bye Rachel!" I kissed her gently on the cheek before hurrying out of the apartment. Outside, Katrina and Josh were waiting in his red Ferrari. I got in and Josh drove off.
"Oh DAMN Girl! You look SEXY!" Katrina shouted. I blushed, I hardly ever get compliments.
"Thank you. You look so stunning yourself." She did. She always did, but today, she looked even more gorgeous. She wore a tight black dress that showed cleavage. Her dress was even shorter than mine!
Her make up was done to perfection and her shiny crown hair was curled. She looked beautiful.
"We're here!" Josh's voice broke my thoughts.
"A CLUB?!" I yelled. "You brought me to a club?! We're not even twenty one yet!"
"Chill out." Josh passed me a fake ID.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I've never been to a club before. I don't even know how to dance!
"Honey, relax. Brendon is waiting for us inside." Katrina grabbed my hand as we passed the guards. They simply glanced at our IDs and nodded. I let out a sigh of relief and entered the place.
It was full. The music was so loud and there were bright moving lights everywhere. Josh signalled us to follow him.
Brendon stood against the wall, chatting with some chick. He wore a purple top that had a picture of a skeleton on it, and black jeans. There were piercings on his lip and eyebrow. Creepy.
"Hey man" Josh punched Brendon's arm when we approached him. The chick left as soon as she saw us.
"Nothin much." I rolled my eyes. Typical boys language. It happens all the time, they have the same greeting.
|Milla Jovovich||as Anne|
|Alex Pettyfer||as Lord Floyd (Dennis)|
|Elle Fanning||as Laura|