Chapter 15: Hate Dresses!

- I never wore dresses in my whole entire life.

Anika's eyes widen again and she looks at me.

" You will wear it or you will wear an even shorter dress", the guy with the booming voice said from beside our cell.

I pick it up and put it on.

Because I'm a little taller than Anika the dress stops above my knees.

I look at myself in the cracked mirror and see that my dress showed more cleavage than Anika's dress.

I bit my lip in frustration.

I bit down so hard that it started to bleed.

Then the blond guy from earlier opens the cell door.

Anika walks out of the cell.

When she realizes that I'm not behind her, she comes back in and drags me out by my arm.

" Oww!", I say after she releases her iron grip on my arm.

I rub my arm and glare at the 12 other girls and a couple of woman who were staring at me the whole time.

" STOP LOOKING AT ME, UNLESS YOU WANT TO FIGHT WITH ME!", I yell.

They turn around and start following the blond guy down the hallway, all except one middle age woman.

She has the same color hair as me except it had a few grey streaks in it. She also has a tattoo and when I walk closer and examine it, I realized it was my whole name in cursive.

I show her the one on my wrist that had my mother's name on it.

She sees it and her eyes start to water and then I realize that my eyes are watering too.