The Shape Of Things

It was raining outside. Rain, good for plants, bad for hair. The gray colored skies and freezing rain kept Renee and Demi inside.
It was not a secret that Demi was rich. She lived in a six thousand square foot home, and had three maids. Her closet was as big as the school's locker rooms combined, and contained two hundred seventy-three pairs of designer brand shoes.
The king-sized bed took up most of her not so small bedroom. It was in the center and had no backboard. The sheets and linens were all black, and there were multicolored drapes strategically hanging down from the ceiling to surround it.
The two lied on it, flipping through the black and white pictures of previous yearbooks while blasting punk rock.
"Ha! Amy had a mustache in seventh grade. She's such a bitch," Demi sneered.
"Oh my God look at Aiden!"
Demi slid the yearbook closer, took one glance, and said, "I like him a lot better now after you had done your thing."
"You don't think I was too harsh? Or what I did, what I'm still doing is wrong?"
"God, no. He's better off now."
"I don't want it to be like in that movie¦The Shape of Things."
Demi smiled, "Rachel Weisz was fabulous!"