I woke up the next morning and took a bath. Putting on my black tank top, I walked downstairs and saw everyone still sleeping. My father was so young, he looked like as if he was around his twentys or thirtys. I stuffed my hands into my pockets. People were scattered throughout the city wandering around and buying objects in stores. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair looking at the huge screen showing tons of crappy commercials. It then turned off after a few and everyone started cheering for some reason. I crossed my arms and looked at the person walking in front of the screen. Oh look, it's 'Mr.Perfect'. He never took his shades off though, it made me wonder.
He didn't seem have any effect to all the people cheering or fangirling. He just walked by everyone shrugging it off. What the hell? When he went past me he smiled and waved. I narrowed my eyebrows and backed away exiting the mall. I guess he remembered from yesterday.
((Short part since school blergh))
