Molly woke the 下一个 morning to the chaffing of her own cheeks. Dried tear marks were plastered on her face and making white lines from her eyes to her chin. The girl seemed too depressed to get up, but she had to talk to someone.
The 粉, 粉色 haired bride-to -be changed her party clothes from the night before and brushed her frizzy hair. Now it lay limp on her back as she put on a blue hoodie, skinny jeans, and a pair of black uggs. (A/N yes, shes human) She stared at herself in the mirror and sighed.