Gemotions

The request from Bethany Carter practically burned a hole in Sarah's screen. She clicked it with a velocity that almost broke her mouse. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in her chest. She scrolled through Bethany’s profile, a silent prayer forming on her lips. She could *not* look bad.

She threw herself into her closet, rifling through clothes she hadn't worn in years. Nothing seemed good enough. She considered a new haircut, a drastic color change. Her breathing grew shallow and quick, she felt like she might burst with excitement and trepidation. She decided on the perfect outfit, and prepared to send her a message, wondering if Bethany's hair was still blonde.