The dictaphone

Lucy thought about the things she wanted. Sure, she had a lot, and she felt like a child in front of a toy store : she wanted everything.

But finding what to begin with was quite another deal.

She looked at the dress on the bed. She was a goth girl. That way, people were noticing her while when she was "classic", no one did. And it also helped her to stop being confused with her twin sister Laura. Now, she had the opportunity to change herself so clothes or not, she would always be looked at.

Deep inside of her, she knew what she wanted : respect. People to look at her, not bother her, and consider her as someone playing in another category.

Lucy smiled "Yep : respect could be a good thing to begin with. Don't want to always be the small goth girl of the school. I'm sure people would see me otherwise If I..."