“Seriously, Cora? It looks like I got vomited on by the cast of Clueless. You're really going to make me wear this?” I stomp behind her while she finishes clearing the kitchen of the dirty dishes from breakfast.
“Yes, Raylee. You're wearing it. Stop being so dramatic.” She rolls her eyes. Dumping the last of the plates in the sink, she turns to give me a once over. Looking at the red pleated skirt, fitted white top, and knee-high socks. “Besides, I think you look adorable.”
“Ha! Adorable? Great, it just gets better. I’m a pair of glasses away from looking like I belong in a school girl porno!” laying the sarcasm on thick.
“Ray!!” She rushes me and grabs me by my elbow, pulling me toward the front door. “Please, watch what you say inside this house.” She stands and adjusts her uniform
