Gotham, I'm Back

~12.~

(A/N I have come back from the dead. I decided that I want to write again so here it is. I also read my story, and god it is so cringe. I don't even  know how I could write like this, but I have not enough willpower to rewrite it so I'll just let it be. 

PS. What was you favourite song frome the Eurovision? That's mine. I absolutely love it.)

Mari's POV

 Finally the day before the gala came. I was so excited, but I still had one dress to finish. It was mine. The rest of MPS were out for pizza and the sheep went to the pool. I wanted to start working on my dress when the phone rang. It was Alya. Wtf did she want?

- Hey bitch, I hope you have our dresses ready for tommorow. - She said. 

- What dresses?- I asked confused and a bit angry.

- The ones you made us.-

- What? I didn't make you any dresses.-

- What do you mean. You always make me dresses. We're friends.-

- In case you haven't noticed, we're not friends any more and I didn't make you any dresses, you have to buy them with your own money.- I replied getting angrier by the moment and hung up leaving one stunned bitch on the other end of the phone. I decided to just forget about the whole thing and finished the dress after 4 hours. That's the final result:

Lost in the work, I didn't realise my friends were already back from their walk.

-Wow Melody, this is beautiful. - Luka said.

- It really is.- Kagami exclaimed.

- How much time did you spend on this? - Alix asked, slightly suspicious. I decided to avoid the question and answered: 

- Don't you want to see your dresses?- They all said yes, so I started pulling them out of my special container.

Chloe:

Alix: