"Run!"

Monica's words stung and Nikki clenched her fists to hold back the urge of slapping her best friend's mom...again. As you might've guessed, they weren't each other's favorite person at all.

Amara went between them and gave them the puppy eyes neither could resist, "Guys please don't fight, today is my big day remember?"

Amara's mom smiled, "Of course Sweetie, I'm sorry. Are you all packed?"

"Yea-" Amara flinched as she heard the door slam behind her.

Monica folded her arms, "I don't understand why you insist on being friends with that girl, she's bad news."

Amara and Nikki didn't have much in common, except that growing up, they were both misunderstood and always fell under the weird and uncool category.

A black-haired man, neatly dressed in a navy blue and white suit came out of the master bedroom and shielded his eyes upon seeing his daughter's dress in the sunlight, "Woah that's bright."