I WAS kinda left in the closet for the next couple of hours. It was strange. Finally, the locked door opened.
⠀"Hey, sorry about that," Mackenzie apologized in a shrill voice. "Dinner is in five minutes. They like it when you dress up."
⠀"They? Who's 'they?'"
⠀No answer. I left the room.
⠀I found a gorgeous black and white lace dress and put it on. I looked in the mirror. I still looked like me. Chloe. Hopefully I can still recognize myself later...(A/N: hint,hint - foreshadowing)
⠀I opened my door. The weird part? At the same exact time as Mackenzie and all of the other girls. It seemed as if they were all in a trance. Marching together in unison. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. I think I felt myself catch on.
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Apache
Teen Fiction(This story is based off one I am still writing.) This story is told by thirteen-year-old Chloe Lukasiak. Her and her family moved from Colorado to Pennsylvania during September. Now it's November and she still has not made any friends. Her parents...
