“Should I wear this one or that one?” I held out two dresses and stood in front of Chelsea.
“Duh…It makes no sense asking me that question, you anyways have no other option but to wear the uniform,” She replied and pointed at her uniform.
“Oh, yes! Silly me…” I giggled and quickly changed into my uniform while Chelsea stared at me from a distance.
“What’s going on Frisca?” she sported a poker face and asked me.
“What? I didn’t get you?...” I turned to face her and wondered what was bothering her so much. She was sounding quite gloomy and grumpy lately.
“You know what I’m getting at…Theses sudden changes in your. You keep smiling at the walls, asking me silly question like what to wear and stuff and most of all you’ve started coming home late…Mind giving me a proper explanation?” she
