I strutted into the Nightshade Dorm, a vision of twisted beauty in a lace-up black corset, dark wash skinny jeans, black heels and dangly black necklace. My face was done in a darkly beautiful way, with dark grey eyeshadow and blood red, shimmering lipstick. There was no need for anything else, no imperfections to cover, nothing. My face was flawless. In one fluid motion, I reached into my velvet black bag, pulling out a black bobble and purple hair extensions. I put the three hair extensions in my hair, tying it back into a tight, high pony.
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