"You know your becoming a royal brat', Andrew told her.
"Whatever gets me what I want."
"You never used to be this way."
"I never used to be dead either", she snapped.
"Fine, what do you want me to get."
"Well, I'm gonna need a wig, probably sunglasses, lip stick.."
"You dont wear lipstick."
"Thats why its called a disguise dummy, to make me look,
well..not like me."
"Whatever, is that all?"
"Probably new clothes and shoes..I dont want someone recognizing me by an outfit I usually wear..you should be writing this stuff down."
"Sounds like an excuse for a shopping spree to me."
"If your gonna be a pain about it just forget it, I'll go outside just like this."
"Not if I stop you."
Tracys eyes widened.
"Is that a threat?"
"More like a promise. Im not letting you go outside!"
Tracy jumped up and walked toward the door. Andrew grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She tryed to pull away but he had a tight grip on her arm.
"Let me go", she said.
Instead of letting her go, he held on tighter. So she grabbed his wrist and bit him.