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When I woke up, all I saw were the three other faces. I sighed. No boys. Finally. I had been followed around all week by annoying boy numero uno and annoying boy numero dos. That meant no girl time. Which also meant no makeovers from Macey, which was actually an upside to this whole thing. Macey got me this morning though. As soon as I woke up I was being dragged to the bathroom. By the time two hours was up, Mace was finished.
My hair was in a fishtail side braid, with a black bow at the bottom. My makeup was silver eyeshadow, black cat eye eyeliner, and layer upon layers of mascara. My lips were a bright cherry red. I had on a black skater skirt, with a red blouse, and of course, my favorite charm bracelet. I had on silver three inch heels, with a peep toe. It was the first time I had looked good since the whole COC thing had happened.
I walked into the dining room feeling amazing, and people turned to stare. I hadn't eaten in the main room for a while either, as I had been out at the crack of dawn training my butt of in just about anything you can imagine because even though I was the best, I wasn't good enough.
I sat down next to Bex, the entire student body gasping at the elusive Chameleon who had barely been seen for a week.
I had creme brûlée for breakfast, because I could, and then dragged the girls out of there pronto to go pick up my aunt, who probably wasn't even out of bed yet.
She was waiting outside in her red Porsche. Gah, I miss my car, they took it away after all the attacks.
"Morning girls." She said while twirling her keys around her finger. It's time to get out and about.
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After about forty-five minutes in a car, we checked into a spa.
We all got mani-pedi's, massages, and most everything else on the list. Afterwards we got a nice lunch at a french place just down the street, and then we had time to just talk. We were sitting in the park watching the sunset when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Something move against the shadows.
"Does anyone else see that?" I asked in Latin.
I got a chorus of "No Cam's" In a variety of languages.
"Uh-oh."
I stood up to stretch out, also doing a three-sixty of the area we were in, and noticed another movement in the shadows.
"I think it's just a bird Cam, calm down."
"Ugh fine. If anything happens it's on you guys though."
The rustling continued but the girls talked over it and I kept an ear on the rustling, hoping I would be able to pick out some signs of human activity. Nothing. Of course not.
I turned and reentered the conversation, which was a long and arduous one about whether Ryan Gosling or Channing Tatum was hotter.
"It's definitely Ryan Gosling guys, come on. He's a perfect specimen scientifically." Oh Lizzy. Alway the one to argue with science.
Suddenly something stepped out of the woods.
"Uh, guys." I interjected as quietly as I could. "There's something behind…"
Then, amidst the screams of my friends and my aunt, everything turned pitch black, and there was no longer a sunset to watch.