The older woman pressed her lips together scanned us then smiled."You're both beautiful," Alex doesn't like her makeup." Really? It looks fine."I sigh...d. This was a battle I wasn't going to win.Shelly bubbled and popped like a pot of Ms. Gartman's grits, non-stopall the way to the school. I sat in the back seat brooding, but I don'tthink Shelly noticed. She was high on the possibly of becoming a teenagesocialite for the night. The fact that she didn't have a chance in hellnever occurred to her.. Der Brief endete mit einem kurzen, aber entschiedenen Nachsatz, dass das betreffende Museum einen schlechten Ruf vermeiden wollte, die mit der Veröffentlichung dieser Zeitschrift einhergehen könnte. Darüber hinaus ende mit der Übergabe des Pakets an seinen rechtmäßigen Eigentümer jegliche Verpflichtung der Firma gegenüber allen Beteiligten.Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher. "My face fell, I realized that now I had to go into the other entrance and join classes with the girls.Mom saw the face I made and said, "But we can cut off that long hair of yours, so it won't be a bother to you."I recoiled, "No mom, don't cut that off. It is the only thing I like about the new me."Mom smiled, I guess she knew how I felt about that. She had nice long hair as well but could only show it inside the house. I shuddered, that would be my burden now as well. I had to dress like a. Look, I've got to go. Make sure that you lock up."I dashed out of the door jogging to my first class. I scooted in my seat just as the professor's aid walked into the room. The lecture was boring as usual. I was learning a lot but I found that the business course was strongly focused on managing international companies. I had always had plans to start my own business locally. I was determined not to churn water like my father had done all of his life. I wanted to have enough money to live.