I turned and looked in the mirror. My face was still gray, my eyes were still huge, and the crown looked fake and stupid.
I burst into tears.
All four girls wrapped me in a group hug, and at first I thought they were comforting me, that somehow they understood that I'd had a terrible night, and that I had thought I'd killed a guy, but actually, I was just going insane, and seeing that EFFING crown on my head had been the final straw.
But then Abigail squealed, "Oh, sweetie, I know! It's, like, a dream come true!"
Rebel Belle (ch. 4, pg. 41); Abigail to Harper
