Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~5~

This road trip had started off a little rocky, but now I was on the road and ready to see the world, or at least the United States. I had decided to drive southwest so that I could go through St. Louis. Supposedly there were some good malls there and my parents had allowed me to buy whatever I wanted along this trip so I was going to take full advantage of that.

I wasn't the usual shopper though, in fact, most people thought I hated shopping, simply because I hated shopping with them. One of those people in particular had been my sister. She could be so harsh! I liked one little thing about a shirt and she would tell me if I wore that to school she would claim she didn't know me.

Half the time other people didn't know I existed to how would her not knowing me be any different? Oh right, because it's Grace! Grace knew and loved everyone! It didn't matter if you were a scrawny freshman who was an annoying brat, she knew who you were and she would be nice to you. At least until you did something to her personally, then it could get ugly.

I remember one time I turned the corner and my sister was towering over a freshman male. He had to be at least two feet shorter than her, especially since she had an obsession with wearing heels to school.

"What was it you said about me? I couldn't quite hear you when I passed you in the hallway," Grace's sweet and innocent voice asked.

The boy was visibly sweating and part of me wanted to come to his rescue, but I knew it wouldn't do him any good. Grace was locked in on her prey and he was going to pay for what he had done.

Everyone else in the hallway made sure to leave a foot of space around the two of them as they passed by. Nobody questioned it. Everyone knew not to mess with my sister, everyone except that poor kid anyway.

"I said you were a know-it-all," the fourteen year old stammered, but somehow I knew there was more.

"A know-it-all what?" my sister pressed, her eyes verging on anger even though her voice remained soft and sweet, like he was a little child in trouble and she didn't want to scare him.

The freshman completed his statement with something that is most definitely not my sister. Grace nodded her head in approval for him finally letting it out and telling the truth.

"Please don't call me that again, or you will be punished," and with that Grace flipped her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder and continued onto class.

The boy stood there for a second and I thought he was about to cry, but he didn't. He just picked up his stuff he had most likely dropped in terror and went on to class just like Grace had.

The point is that even though Grace was a sweet little angel and the perfect role model, she wasn't a pushover. She had her opinions and she would fight for them. Be it they were always the right opinions and she could always convince you to be on her side, no matter what.

Once she convinced Vince he was going to be the kicker for the football team even though he had been the starting quarterback two years in a row. She was just that good.

Back to shopping, I love shopping, as long as I am by myself. I like to imagine different outfits and styles and mix everything up to make it my own. I loved being comfortable so oversized things were so me. I loved leggings and flip flops. I loved chunky things and flowy tank tops. I liked most things, but I hated dresses.

Dresses implied heels and heels implied me falling down the stairs like I did at Freshman homecoming so excuse me if I am now and forevermore against heels.

My sister on the other hand was the all-time queen of heels. She wore them to church and to football games, to school and to dinner. She even wore them around the house. Um no, that is definitely not at the top of the list of things to do when I am home. Lounge around in sweats with a bowl of popcorn by my face and a Netflix marathon, hell yes! But walking up and down the stairs and into the kitchen to get a snack while wearing six inch heels that could probably be used to stab someone to death, hell no.