Thursday - 3:15 pm
"Choose something," Emma instructs me.
I look through what she's put down for me to try. It mostly consists of cropped t-shirts and short shorts. I pick up a mini skirt.
"It's not really my style," I say, holding the skirt up to show Emma.
"But it would look amazing on you, and we are dressing to impress. Try it on!"
"No thanks," I reply as I put it back down and continue my search. After a few seconds, I get up and walk to her closet.
"What are you doing?" Emma questions.
"I'm trying to find some pants," I reply, looking through one shelf.
"But there are pants here." She whines.
I turn around. "Those," I point to the pair of shorts that she's holding, "Are not pants. They're hardly shorts." I walk back to her bed, a pair of black high waisted leggings in hand. Emma huffs and mumbles something under her breath. I ignore her and I start looking through the pile again.
I eventually pull out a bright yellow cropped tank top. I only chose it so that Emma would be happy with what I'm wearing.
"Can I try it on?" I ask her. Emma nods and I walk over to her bathroom. I lock the door behind me and I slip out of the clothes I'm wearing. Emma and I wear the same sized clothes, which is a relief in times like this. I put on the clothes that I picked out and look at myself in the mirror.
"Are you done yet? I wanna see what you look like." Emma calls from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, one second." I gather my uniform and unlock the door. As I step out, Emma gasps.
"Wow! You look amazing."
I smile. "Thanks. You look incredible too."
Emma really did look incredible. She was wearing a salmon pink singlet and shorts, showing a small amount of her midriff.
"Now for shoes!" She says excitedly.
"Emma, it's fine. I have shoes at home. I'll decide which ones to wear by myself."
"Fine Isla."
I take my phone out of my bag and look at the time.
"Shit, I should go. My parents are gonna kill me if I'm not home in the next 20 minutes." I run back into the bathroom and change into my uniform. When I leave, I go to my bag and stuff my clothes in. "I'll text you later. Thanks for the clothes."
"Okay, bye Isla."
I take my bag and leave her house, starting to run to mine. I have 15 minutes before my parents go mental. Why does my house have to be 30 minutes away?
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I've realised that this story gets more boring with each chapter
Idk what I can do to make it interesting
If you have any ideas, please comment them
I don't wanna write something that no one enjoys
So yeah please comment and vote
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