 be curious, not judgmental
Horror stuck Becca's face. Etiquette? Was she serious? A loud gust of air was released from her lungs and she did not suck in anymore air. She just stood there, staring at the formal robes and the idea of her wearing them. What would the girls on her soccer team think if they had ever even heard that she, of all people, was learning to be a 'proper young lady?'
Her chest swelled up slightly and Becca finally realized that she wasn't breathing. She eagerly sucked air back into her lungs and looked at Issy. "I don't like this. Can I leave?" she asked her best friend quietly, who then ran off to play dress-up. Ugh, she was in this on her own. If she stayed, she figured she would end up causing chaos. Like, persay, tripping an extra annoying girl that was acting like she was the best. ...Maybe I should stay, she concluded. That would be pretty rad if she made some stuck up girl fall flat on her face.
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