Riley Hopper's life wasn't exactly 'normal' to begin with. The cancer diagnosis, eventually leading to the tragic death of her little sister had torn her family apart and had left a hole in both her and her parents' hearts. Her parents got divorced...
This chapter, like all of my other chapters, is censored. I know what the real lines are. I know I am allowed to cuss on this app. It is a personal writing preferance not to include curse words. I have no problem with them, just don't put them in my books. I know its cringe. Please stop commentimg about it.I will probably delete your comment. I know this is a public site and everyone is entitled to theor opinion, but seeing as this is my story I feel I am entitled to mine when ot comes to what content I include. If it bothers you, I apologize and ask that you simply read over the words with whatever words you choose rather than leaving me rude comments. Thank you. ~~~
"Nancy, I'm actually going to KILL HIM!"
I yanked the bedroom door open, gesturing to the absolutely ridiculous outfit that Steve and brought for me.
It was a loose, off the shoulder grey sweatshirt, black fingerless gloves, black thigh-high legwarmers and a pair of black heels. Nancy laughed, putting a hand over her mouth.
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"You look good!" She said, pressing her lips into a thin line, trying to hold back her laugh. "We just need to do your make-up, tease your hair. Its a pretty spot on costume."
"If you could even call it that!" I exclaimed, walking over to her mirror and looking at my reflection. "Where's the rest of it! These shorts don't even qualify as pants at this length! I don't even know who this is!"
"Its Alex Owens from Flash-dance." She said, leaning against the door frame and crossing her arms. My eyes widened and I turned to look at her.
"The lay back in the chair, pull the chain, water falls from the ceiling girl?" She nodded. "Oh no...that's it, I'm actually gonna kill him. Or worse, I will break into his house in the middle of the night and I will SHAVE HIS HEAD!"
"Oh come on. Its not that bad." I shot her a skeptical look.
"Nancy, I look more like a prostitute than you do...and you're actually supposed to be a prostitute!" I exclaimed. "I'm not wearing this! There's no way!"
"You're the one who agreed with Steve about us pretending to be stupid teenagers. You brought this on yourself." She pushed me down into a chair and went to get the stuff for my hair and make-up.
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We walked out to Steve's car, me glaring at him with my coat tightly wrapped around myself. He smirked at me, leaning against his car in an all-black ensemble, as he and Nancy were going as Joel Goodson and Lana from Risky Business.
"Let's see it, Alex!" He called, taking his sunglasses off to look at me. I smiled sarcastically at him.
"I know its not December yet, but the anniversary is fast approaching of the day that I punched you in the face. What do you say? You wanna recreate it, right here and now? Let's do it, it'll be sentimental, could be fun."
