Chapter 7

“I had a lot of friends In high school, but I was never the wild party girl. Never have been, never plan to be.”

—Blake Lively.

“Real poetry is a party, a wild party, a party where anything might happen. A party from which you may never return home.”

—Dorothea Lasky.

***

Anna’s POV

Her body slouched like a cat as she kept on flinging different clothes from my wardrobe.

“I can’t believe there is no single sensible girly clothing here.” Jess hollered, while she kept on thrashing my clothes on the floor.

“Girl! Easy, that Gucci top costs more than a thousand dollars, it is my favorite.” I stood up from my bed and picked the top. I remember I was roaming around the mall aimlessly when I spotted the cute outfit. It looks like a hip hop dancer outfit.

“Durh! Who cares?” She hissed.

“I do, because it is one of my favorite.”

She chuckled, “relax, it is just a thousand dollar, right?”

“You will buy me three different out