Chapter 7

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Sammy Walcott Red, my favorite color but I think I'll go with black for now. No, black is my favorite too. Maybe my worst, yellow? "Sammy, hurry" Mum says tapping on my door, her heels clanking on the wooden floor as she walked away. I smiled; she must look so good now. Ok what's it's gonna be Sammy, favorite or worst? Long sleeves or short? Definitely not Vest. I settled on a blue hoodie just this time not baggy. I ran my hand through my hair, soothing down my stubborn curls. The bruise by my eye is practically gone and would be hard to spot but still, I applied a little makeup to hide it. Checking myself again on the mirror, I settled on the fact that I looked good. Blue looks good on me and I've only wore this jeans for like five times, it’s brand new. I was tired too; I've been w

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