I cursed the heavens silently for letting me go out with Eli and Elle tonight. Why do I treat myself like this? I'm too kind to be useful.

The sole sound in my room is the squeaking of the hangers as they slide against the metal rods of my closet and the rustling of clothes. I have to look for an outfit on my own because David can't save me in the clothes store. In the end, I settled on a white tank top with a V-neck decorated with lace and blue trousers. The image of myself that's staring back at me when I glance in the mirror shocks me...