It was the weekend of one of the biggest events of the year. Summer Mayhem. Holly fidgeted with her formal gown while Isis helped her with her hair.

“I swear you have ants in your pants. Stay still. Geez! I hate doing your hair.” Isis fought with Holly’s hair, yanking her head back.

“Ouch! Not so hard! I can’t help it. It’s boring. Why can’t I just put on my leather jacket and call it a day?”

“Hush. You know you want to go to the Wrestlers Ball looking like a movie star.”

“Whatever. You’re the one that loves this fu-fu girly stuff.”

“Lier. You like it too. Stop pretending...