CHAPTER FIVE
I sat on my new bunk. I had the top. I shared this cabine with 16 other girls. Perfect.
Perfume makes me sneeze. What a joy! Now I'm stuck with a bunch of fruit-flavored siblings I really didn't want.
Aphrodite.
Suprised?
Yeah, I thought so.
"Emma? You are going to need a makeover."
First things first:
WHAT THE HECK?!? So I've been claimed por the first one Conner mentioned...but I'm nothing like these girls. I don't wear a lot of makeup. Or stuff like that. Truthfully, I thought I was going to die.
"Why?"
"You look like the living dead! Duh!" Lola sighed. "You don't like this stuff, do you?...
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