Sabel's P.O.V.
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~ Earlier that morning ~
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"Here, wear this one," Dove practically ordered as she threw a hot-pink shirt at me.
I held it up with a disgusted look on my face.
"This is hideous," I complained.
"Oh, come on, everyone's wearing this style," she whined.
"I don't care what everyone else is wearing, Dove," I said. "I don't like it."
Plus, maybe if I stop trying to fit in, everyone will leave me alone. Not that I'm actually trying. I haven't had a choice in anything I've worn since I moved in with Mom. Like my freedom of expression has been taken away, along with my happiness.
Why am I even here?
"Mom!" Dove called out, ready to tell on me so that she could get her way.
I love my older sister, I really
