Afterwards, I walked to my dorm with the occasional excited pirouette, and took a bubble-bath in the claw-foot bathtub that had to be a hundred years old. It was chipped and stained, but gave tons of steaming-hot water. With my hair twisted in a (yellow) towel and my body wrapped in another (yellow) towel, I picked out two dresses. Wishing I had my friends there to help me decide, I stared at my options. There was a gorgeous white floral dress from Charlotte Russe, or a less fancy Abercrombie dress with a white racerback top tucked into a navy and white polka-dotted skirt. Sighing and throwing both outfits back into my dresser, I picked out dark jeggings (Hollister) and a pale blue Abercrombie V-neck shirt with bright flowers designed on the front. I paired them with navy braided flip-flops, and my hair was pin-straight and shimmering halfway down my back. The single feather beaded into my hair were blue and black striped, and thin, so it looked more like a headband when I twisted my side-bangs back, which I almost always did. My make-up was pale and perfect, and as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, I saw Charlotte watching me sullenly, and Taylor looking at me quizzically through slitted eyes. Whatever.

>>Rules aren't the only things broken here...♥