*Ugh. Sorry this is so awful. I have the SAT to prep for*
My flat shoes tapped the floot quietly as walked to the room where my stylist was waiting. I slowly opened the door, unsure of where she was. Then I saw her. She turned quickly and I knew that I gasped quietly when I saw her. She had pale skin like the porcelin doll that I saw in the toy store's window, dark black hair and bright green eyes like the color of a leaf. But what was really shocking was the scar over her right eye. I wondered why it was there, how she got it and why it was still there. "You're Kamden?" She asked, the words strongly effected by a thick accent. I slowly nodded, words not coming out. She stood up and walked over to the form that sat over by a large mirror. She gestured to it, telling me to change into it. ~ I stood awkwardly in fornt of the mirror. The outfit showed too much skin, the shoes were awkward and the wings were heavy on my small shoulders. "Why-" I slowly started, shifting and tugging at the body suit. "It'll make more sense later." She said, motioning to the prep crew to do any touch-ups. They posed over me and moved my hair like small birds. I bit my lip, feeling uneasy. I felt like a hunk of meat about to be pranced around on a chariot. I hated this place. I just wanted to go home.