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The next day, Bailey walked by herself to the only shops on board. There was a tacky gift shop, a shoe store, and then a girly boutique type store. That's the one Bailey entered. An employee flashed her a smile. "Hello, welcome to Elegance, the Tipton Boutique. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Just looking for a dress for prom..." Bailey said.
"Oh cool! Well, if there's anything I can help you with, let me know."
"Thanks..."
Bailey headed to the racks and racks of dresses. After searching and searching for a dress, she finally found one in her budget. She headed to the dressing room, and then she slipped on was a green dress. The top was sleeveless and simple satin, and the bottom was cut just above the knees.
Bailey stepped out of the dressing room so that she could see the dress in the mirror. She put her hand on her hip, turning to see the back of the dress. A smile was ready to creep onto her face, because she thought this was her dress for sure.
Suddenly, there was laughter from behind her. She looked in the mirror to see London, laughing and pointing at Bailey with her free hand. Her other hand held shopping bags.
"Do you WANT to look like you got your dress from the bottom of the dumpster?" London laughed uncontrollably.
"London!" Bailey yelled, shaking her head. She couldn't think of anything to say. She couldn't think of a comeback. She couldn't think of an insult. Instead, she just ran into the dressing room, slamming the door. She leaned against the wall, sliding onto the floor.
She could still here London laughing as she walked away. It only made things worse.
A tear crept out of the corner of her eye, and was sliding down her cheek.
"Why me?" she whispered. She shook her head, and more tears fell from her eyes. "I wish my life was the way I imagine. The way it is in my dreams... I wish my life I was perfect..."
She then hid her face in her knees and cried uncontrollably. She allowed the tears to fall, and they were followed by pathetic sobs that no one cared about.
She eventually lost track of time, and she only realized that she must have been on the floor of the dressing room for a while when there was a knock on the door.
Bailey looked up, sniffling, at the door.
"Bailey?" a voice came from the other side of the door. It sounded like Cody.
Bailey unlocked the door, allowing Cody to enter the dressing room.
Except, it wasn't Cody. It was Zack.
"Zack?" she said. "What- what are you doing here?"
"I came looking for you..."
"Wh-why?"
"I was worried about you..."
Before Bailey could question him further, or find out his motives, he knelt down beside her. "Have you been crying?"
"Maybe a little..." Bailey said.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Well, I was trying on this dress and London was making fun of it..."
"Since when do you care what London says?" Zack said.
"I guess you're right."
"Here..." Zack said, standing up. He pulled her to her feet. "I think that dress looks beautiful..."
"You think so?" Bailey looked down, gasping. The dress she wore was no longer green. This dress was red, and skin tight, coming down past her ankles. There was a slit in the sides of the dress that rose up to her knees, and the entire thing was covered in glitter.
The entire thing looked like something that would be seen in a magazine, or on a red carpet... not on a farm girl from Kettlecorn, Kansas.
Bailey searched for the price tag, finding it under her right shoulder.
She hadn't seen that many zeros since- she'd never seen that many zeros on a price tag.
"Woah..." Bailey gasped.
"What's wrong?"
"This dress is way out of my budget... I- I can't afford this dress."
"Sure you can!" Zack laughed.
"No I-"
Bailey looked past Zack, and saw the Botique she had been in just a few minutes earlier. The cashier was smiling at her and Zack, and standing behind the counter. The counter held the cash register, and had the Tipton Insignia on the front of it...
Except, instead of seeing the usual cursive green and gold T, it was in the shape of a P.
"What's going on?" Bailey asked.
"Bailey, are you feeling okay?" Zack asked.
"I don't know..." Bailey admitted.
"Come on, let's just check your dress out, and then I'll walk you back to your cabin..."
"Good idea..."
Well, her room was the same as the way she had left it. Her checker print bedding, all her old clothes...
And the other side of the room was covered in sequins and glitter and diamonds...
Yep. Her room was normal. She collapsed on her bed.
The cabin door opened. "What are you doing on my bed?" London's voice entered the room.
"YOUR bed?" Bailey asked, sitting up. Her eyes widened. "What are you wearing?"
London was wearing a plaid shirt and skinny jeans, along with cowboy boots.
"Same thing I always wear. My clothes. You know, not all of us come from rich families..."
"Wait, what?" Bailey asked.
"Bailey- get off my bed."
Bailey stood up. "So- this is my bed, right?" she asked, sitting down on what should be London's bed.
"Very GOOD Bailey!" London clapped, sarcastically. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to go help tutor Woody tonight..."
Bailey's mouth hung open, and London grabbed textbooks from the desk they shared and then walked out of the room.
Something VEEERRRYYY strange is going on! Review?