The very first thing I thought about is to call Gwen over to my room and all she can do is to stare at me with wide eyes and an open mouth.

It becomes funny when she stares blankly as I apply my killer purple lip gloss and put on my leather jacket.

“I don’t… I actually don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand, little one.”

I watch her frown from the mirror. Probably at my endeavour.

“How you suddenly changed from crazy to timid and timid to more crazy,” She points out, “All this happened over night and it is freaking me out.”

“Could you do something for me?” I...