C16 Sixteen

Zoey's POV

I scowl in frustration. I swear to god, one day, I'll chop off all my hair so it wouldn't be such a hassle to take care off.

I brush through my wavy hair once more and move to my wardrobe to change. I give up.

I change into a nice black dress which I don't ever wear. If I'm actually trying to look nice by wearing a dress for someone, that someone should feel really honoured