Just The Way You Are
But something's different.
Why is something different?
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I look at myself in the mirror, a little proud of my appearance.
I mean, it's...acceptable?
My hair falls down my back in loose curls, light mascara and lip gloss. A nice sun dress matched with white converse.
"It works." I shrug.
My phone chimes. A text from Ryder.
Ryder:
> here
Alright. I look at myself in the mirror one more time, taking a deep breath.
Let's go.
I grab my phone and house key and jet out of my room and to the front door.