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My pocket vibrated,it was my phone,i checked it and it was a text from Skylar telling me to come home. I pushed the phone back in the pocket. "OMG, IT'S ALEXANDER MCQUEEN" Someone screamed loudly. It was a little girl,how did she recognize me with my mask on. Then it hit me,my signature tattoo on my right arm, I forgot to cover it. So many people started gathering around me, especially girls. I started running away from them,i brought out my phone and called my driver. I was trying to hide when i saw her for a spilt second, then she disappeared.

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I brought the phone close to her face again, and the phone opened. "Yes!" Kat exclaimed. She went through the phone from the social media to call logs, but there was nothing, she opened the message to see a picture of a man in a black mask wearing a tuxedo. With a caption. "Find the mask, and you will find the founder." "The founder?" she gasped, "What is it?" I asked, seeing the way she was surprised. "I need to get something from Crystal Lake Pack." "What?" I asked, surprised she would even suggest going back there.

pins shaped like paint palettes • Combat boots with a tiara sketch for social media I stared at the list for a long time, the corner of my lips twitching into a small smile. It was unconventional. It was chaotic. It was me. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough. My phone buzzed. Liam: Still thinking about prom queen? Because I found a shop that sells silver crowns with little skulls on them. Very you. I laughed. Zara: I’ll let you know once I survive the trauma of trying on dresses. A beat later: Liam: I can help. I promise not to mock you too much. Unless you wear ruffles.

Our noses touch, our lips too. “I hate you Damon.” I repeat before to grab his lower lip and then kiss him tenderly. Damon Westwood I slowly open my eyes and as if she had sensed it, Sasha turns towards me, a big smile on her face. “Who needs botox when you can spend a night with Damon Westwood?” she writes to herself, spreading powder on her face. She is putting on makeup on the bed. She closes the mirror and I stand up. “It’s true,” she said, looking at me, look at my skin, I’m glowing. “The glow post-coitus really exists.”

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

Equipping an expert salesman persona, Scarlett quickly threw more light on it, “It’s a new, exclusive product with a unique formula, currently not in the mainstream market yet. Naturally, you’ve never heard of it but that doesn’t make it any less effective.” “I mean, take a look at my face. It lessened my acne and boosted my skin barrier just from one night of usage. I don’t even need to wear makeup to look presentable, that’s how effective it is.” Rachel observed Scarlett’s face and frowned less. She couldn’t deny that Scarlett looked a lot better than the last time she saw her. With only a few blemishes left here and there, it was almost like she was glowing. From Rachel’s expression, Scar

07 Alessia’s Point Of View: “Are you for real?” I spat in so much disbelief as I left my hand on the air, still holding the fries that I dipped on the ketchup. I blinked my eyes several times as I covered my slightly parted lips using my free hand before finally got to glance at Sandra. She’s the woman who saved me earlier from slapping Amelia. We kind off clicked each other the moment we start talking. Her skin is pale as a bond paper and her hair is long enough to make and donate it as a wig. She has a pure black eye color that superiors her jaw dropping beauty, who can literally make every guy glance at her from time to time.