JUNIPER
Friday came too slowly. I managed to distract myself with homework and classes, avoiding being at my dorm as much as possible. Moira’s threat lingered in my head, saying things were going to get worse because of my confrontation, but she hadn’t made any moves yet. The whispers and stares weren’t any worse than before, either, so I was starting to think Moira was trying to mess with my head.
After my last class, I rushed back to my dorm to get ready for the date. I pulled out my nicest dress, which was tight and black with spaghetti straps. The dress came down to my mid thigh and had a small slit on the side. It had been over a year since I last wore the dress, since I didn’t have very many occasions to wear something like this.
I grabbed a shaw to go over my shoulders, did my ma
