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Chapter Twelve - Running in a Dress
I stood staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked great; my hair was up in a bun with loose curls coming out of it. I turned to look at my back and groaned. I hadn’t been able to find a way to hide the mark from my mom. She was insisting that I show her. I grabbed my foundation and began to pile it on as best as I could. It wasn’t working very well. I sighed, I just had to show my mother, and then I could cover it up with a sweatshirt or something. I was planning on acting sick, so I could stay in my room. “Eva, let’s see it!” my mom walked into my room. I turned quickly so she didn’t have time to inspect my make-up job. “It’s beautiful!” I said trying to sound excited. “Ow,” I squeaked grabbing my stomach. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she asked looking concerned. “Oh, nothing I jus
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