Andrew King

avoided eye contact. Everyone was so traumatized. "What about you Mitchell?" He perked up and looked at her surprised. "I'm from Massachusetts. How bout you?" "Flordia." "Dressed like a goth? Out of place everywhere ain't you?" "I am not goth." "Just dress like it huh?" "I like the Victorian look." "Relax Val; it's hot." "You think so?" At least to her, she hoped so for real. Would suck if it was just a compliment to calm her down. She wasn't even dressed that gothy. Granted she was wearing a black cocktail dress. It was the best thing to and the raciest outfit out of the group. The others were just to scared to reveal themselves. She wasn't and when she was even aroused, it took a long time for her alter self to manifest itself. "What