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Chapter 7: Dinner

'Grandma,' I muttered as I inspected the dress the two face bitch gave me. I officially despise her. I sigh looking at the dress with no hope.

This is the 21st century and yet the witch gave me a dress that someone wore in the 18th century for bedtime reading. I curse that woman. How dare she give me this? Claire knows how to pay back gratitude.

I shook my head in disappointment and threw the dress back on the bed. I open the door to my assigned room and peek outside to see if anyone in this pack passes by. Unfortunately, there is no one.

I let out another sigh and slam the door. I walk back to the bed and lay down on it, watching the white-grey color ceiling.

Someone knocks on my door, ignoring it I turn to the other side of the bed and wish for whoever is outside to get lost. I heard the door creak open and then a footstep. Oh my, can't he/she see that I am not in the mood.

"I want scissors" I demanded to whoever is in the room and turn on my back, facing the ceiling again.

"For?"
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