Dodgeball amnesia

Dodgeball amnesia chapter 4

I stand at the front door facing spike, Momo, and Kyle. "Hey," I greet them. Spike and Kyle are staring wide-eyed at the dress; Momo gives me a thumbs up. "hey, guys?" i call. They make no move. I wave my hand in front of their faces; still no move. I place my hand on the top of spike's head, and he wakes up from the trance. I try to do the same with kyle. grrr... he's too tall. I place it on his shoulder instead; then he wakes up. "Are we going, or not?" I ask, staring into his aluring... blue... what am I thinking!? I go down halfway down the stairs from the porch, only to trip halfway.

Kyle catches me, much to my relief. what would I have done if I got dirt on this dress? "thanks," I say. Then, I run to the cab waiting for us, smiling. Everyone climbs in, and we set off.

The cabby drops us off at the main square downtown. from where I stand I can see a coffee shop, strip mall, and almost any store you can imagine. "Anywhere you want to go first?" Kyle asks me, kindly. I look from one store to the other until I spot a small clothing store. ten feet from the ground near it is a rainbow colored sign with cursive letters saying, Milo's fashion. spike and momo look annoyed, while kyle smiles at me and says, "lets go!" I smile sweetly, giggle, then jog to where he stands by the crosswalk. Milo's is on the other side of the street.

'Milo's is awesome!' I think to myself. The floor is a tricolor neon tile and the walls are colorfully striped diagonally. Shelves full of blue jeans, colorful shirts, and interesting hats, line the walls. Dresses hang up in circular racks around the store, and they are all super cute.

I pick up a yellow summer dress that reaches my knees. The skirt is long and would flow with the wind, I imagine. I finger the gentle but firm seams lovingly. How I wish this was mine. I hold it up to myself in front of a mirror, sighing sadly. "Didn't bring any money," I mumble, "too bad,"

"you would look cute in that," says Kyle, appearing behind me suddenly. "Aw! Thank you!" I say. I fake twirl before putting it down and moving on to a pair of skinny jeans with gems studded in curly patterns on the legs. I stare longingly at these also. I fold it up neatly and set it down back on its shelf.

I notice a sign plastered onto the shop wall. 'Guess the number of marbles in the jar to win a $1500 gift card!' My eyes light up and I skip over. On the sheet of entrees, there are only 50 numbers; 49 are already filled. I take a chance and look at the different numbers. It shows whether they are too high or too low, so I use those as a hint. Someone guessed 100 and that was too much, and someone guessed 50 and that was too little. Now I have a range. I look for numbers within that range. There's a 75 and that's too much, and a 60 is too little. A 70 is too small and the last number on the list, a 72 is too big. Satisfied with my calculations, I write down 71 and my name, before looking at the clothes again.

I soon notice a woman check the list and ring a bell, announcing, "We have a winner. Kaitlin, please come claim your $1500 gift certificate!" I squeal quietly and head over. "Good job. You made deductions from the list, right?" I nod and take my gift certificate... s. "Oh, and last year we had no winner, so you get the gift certificate for ball gown central also." I cheer inside my head. $3000 to spend! Not that I need any more clothes; I have two entire wardrobes, but I could get a really nice dress for a party, and shoes to match from here!

I spend another 15 minutes in the store before we leave. I suddenly realize I never ate breakfast yet, as my stomach decides to growl emptily. Spike chuckles and says, "hungry?" I sheepishly nod. "This time, we got the perfect place. We used to go there a lot." "Then lead the way." I say to them. They hand me a too big black jacket. "They'd won't believe us when we say its you. Put that on." I grumble, frowning, but wear it nonetheless.

The long sleeves cover my hands so only the tips of my fingers. "You look like you're wearing your older brother's coat." Kyle says jokingly. I lightly slap him on the lower arm. "Sorry, sorry," he says, "so, you gonna lead the way, or not?" Spike and Momo begin walking down the street. I follow them and so does Kyle.