Everyone had different lifestyles, different aims and goals. As for me, I was known as the nice girl. Even my best friend, Joey, would always say that I looked too innocent and naive to be true; too good for anyone. Ever since dad died of lung cancer, I gave up on friendship. My two best friends betrayed me and then taunted me about my father's death. Since then, I worked very hard to have good grades in school in order to attain a scholarship after high school to relieve my mom. Those had been my utmost priority before this lame party came up .Here I stood dressed in a body hugging knee length dress. Large blue eyes, pale blonde hair because that's who I am. Who Ivy Young. My eyes scanned my body and my pretty dress. If I was truthful enough, I would say I look hot. This had been Joey's choosing not mine.My brows drew together. "Is this dress not a little short?" I asked, blinking my eyelashes rapidly.Joey turned to look at me, her honey brown eyes widened."Oh my God! You look real
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