Emma's POV
Heather walks back in and to my bag and picks up a few things and throws them at me . With a closer look I see one of my favorite outfits. I look at Michelle. She looks at me with puppy eyes and I hate those damn puppy eyes.
"NOOOOO please don't make me see a psychopathic killer, wait why am I asking this you guys shouldn't want me to die" I say accusingly. "What relief can you give me if I go"
Michelle and Heather look at each other then at me and in sync they say
"We know him"
"Did you guys plan that or something?" I question. They ignore me and walk out the door, Michelle yelling get dressed. I humph walking into the ensuite and get ready.
I walk out and see Michelle and Heather with the straightener.
"NONONONONO I do not trust either of you with that, let me do it if your that desperate" I cry out scared of what could happen to my hair.
"Fine" they say grouchily.
___AN: sorry it's small, might update again...____
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Teen FictionFinaalllyyy omg I have been fundraising for years for this damn moment to go to Italy and France with my school. But I meet someone familiar on my adventure…
