"Mom, seriously, it's horrible! I hate it!" she moaned, flopping onto her bed.
"Spencer, please! you need a dress for the dance!" her mother snapped.
"I don't want to go to the dance! It's gonna be be dumb!" Spencer shot back.
"Spencer, we've been here three days, and I think that this dance would be a good chance to meet kids from school!"
"I don't want to meet kids from school. I didn't even want to move here!"
"don't start with that again," her mom sighed, laying the pink ruffly dress on the bed.
"I don't want to go," Spencer said again.
"You're going. but if you want you can pick up a dress. But if you don't have one by Saturday," her mother pointed at the ruffles, "you're wearing that."
Spencer stared at her a moment, with a bored look. "Fine," she finally muttered and rolled over. Her mother sighed and then left the room. Spencer didn't move. a quiet tear escaped her eye, so she closed them. Soon, she fell asleep, and while she was unconscious, her door cracked open. But it was not her mother who was checking up on her.
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