Ziniba's pov

I was crushed. How could Chad do this? He had been so nice. I lay on my bed with my eye's closed.

No more miss nice girl. 

I stood up and grabbed my phone and began to text.

Me: hey Dizzy .

Dizzy: what up?

Me: can you help me with my awful hair and fashion I've been wearing lately?

Dizzy: what are you talking about? I think it's cute.

Me: NOT!

Me: your lying, Diz!

Dizzy: Maybe a little...

Me: please?

Dizzy: I WOULD LOVE TO!!!!

Me: I'll be right over.

I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door.

When I got to Dizzy's dorm she pulled me in and showed me a design she had been working on.

"Diz, I love it and all but that's not my style."

"What's your ideas then?" She asked.

"I'm not very good at designing but what about something I would wear on the Isle?"

A smile crept up on Dizzy's lips.

"Is that really what you want?"

"Yep."

She squealed with delight and got started.

When she was finished here is what I looked like.

Hair:

Makeup:

Clothes (the jacket has her symbol on the back which I haven't decided yet):

"Thanks, Diz, it looks great! And it really defines my scar." I said.

"Oh, I can fix that if you want." She said.

"No, I love it! It's who I am." I said, handing her some money.

She smiled. "Thanks but you don't have to pay me."

"Please, girl. This is the best outfit I've ever worn!"

We hugged and then I left.

I need to talk to Ned.