Amy Dem and Stacy Turnhell had been inseparable ever since kindergarten. They had known each other since seemingly forever and both girls had been lucky enough to be able to always go to the same school.
Unlike Gary, his sister had always received good grades, and had even passed the 11 plus. It was a test one did when reaching the age of 11 to determine whether or not the student could enter a grammar school.
Those grammar schools were state funded and were exclusive for the best of the best, those that the state believed had the most potential. This came as a blessing to the Dem household as it meant, everything would be paid for. Their mother was very happy when she found out that they would not have to worry about school supplies or lunch or any other things Amy might need for any club she might have chosen to join.
Gary hadn't even come close to passing his test, but Amy and Stacy had both managed to place relatively high, allowing them both to choose which school to attend. Although not the most prestigious one, Amy had chosen to go to Slough's only all-girls grammar school, so her family wouldn't have to worry about her.
Now that she was in high school, she and Stacy were the only ones who had passed the test from her old school, making the two friends naturally grow closer to each other.
When Amy had come over, Stacy had told her that they would be doing something very special today. After putting on the black dresses the latter had prepared for the two of them, both went out of the house.
“I really don't feel comfortable in this. Are you sure this makes me look slimmer?” Amy complained, as she walked. The dress felt far too tight to her skin, something she just wasn't used to. Originally, Stacy had also prepared some high heels, but this was as far as Amy would go. She had tried to slip them on and felt like her toes were constantly being squeezed to death. She didn't understand why other girls put themselves through such torture.
“Come on, it's just for today!” Stacy encouraged her, pulling out some red lipstick and a mirror, as she masterfully applied a thick coat on her lips, making them seem bigger than they already were.
Amy thought about what to do in this situation. The police would be too slow to respond, they had too much to deal with in Slough. Who knows how fast they would react even if it became an emergency.
Just in case of anything she typed in a text, noting her current location. She didn't send it out to anyone yet, but it would only require a click to send it to the one person she trusted most.
Chapter end
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