At 8 in the evening I get a text from my best friend, Bella: ‘Stacey’s. Be there @ 10.’ Stacey’s is the biggest club in town, attracting all the hottest customers. Bella and I have been trying to get in for weeks, so I need to get ready. Pulling out my makeup bag, I stand to face my mirror. I gaze into my own chocolate eyes, running my hands through luscious honey-blonde hair. Slowly grazing my red-nail-tipped hands downw...