Part 39

"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.