Deepest Depths

Chapter: 4

"Aunt Caroline?" I asked sweetly.
"Yes, Cordelia?" She replied with slight aggravation.
"So uh I was wondering if you would drive me to the thrift store a few blocks down?" I asked.
"Why would you want to do that, do you need new clothes or something?, I
Can get you new clothes." She said.

I know I should be excited that my aunt just offered to buy me clothes, but in my mind for some reason I felt like I earned them if I payed for them myself.
Even though I know good and well I could take that to my advantage.

"Yeah, that would be be awesome." I said. I totally lied. I WANTED to buy them. But why? I would usually take the advantage of being offered free clothing... But now I didn't want it.

"Alright well what stores do you want to go to?" Asked Aunt Cordelia.

"The thrift store." I said. Aunt Cordelia probably thought I was some kind of freak.
"The thrift store? Why would you want to go there? Don't you want to go to some actually good store, with good clothes, and trendiness." She asked. Sometimes Aunt Cordelia thinks I'm a freak. Which I honestly don't blame her, I mean what teenage girl would trade the thrift store for the trendy stores that most people actually shop at.
"Well I mean if you want to?" She stated, clearly being more of a question than a statement."
"That would be great." I said.
I got into my Aunt's old, rusty truck . There were only a few radio stations that actually came in and the ones that did come on were bad. There was a sports talk radio, a country music station, and just a weather station that kept you alert on the different weather conditions going on around the island.
My Aunt put her key into the machine and the old messed up crank noise began to sputter. We took off on the old dirt road that was the road near our street. And sped down it. We walked into the thrift store. It smelled like moth balls and old lady perfume. An old woman came out of a small room in the back of the store, I assumed that it was her office.
"What can I help you ladies with today?" The woman said in an overly excited manner.
"Oh we're looking for clothes." I said nervously, whenever I talked to anyone I wasn't familiar with I would be overly anxious.
"The clothes for a girl that your age might like are over here!" Stated the perky woman.
"Oh, thank you." I told the store lady.
The clothes were absolutely hideous. There was an old button up dress that looked like it was from the 1800s. The shoes were loafers that were definitely not "gently used". I guess if have to go to one of the trendy stores that my Aunt suggested.
"Cordelia! Come look over here." Shouted my Aunt.
I walked over to where she was shouting from. There was an entire section of clothes that looked as if the were from expensive stores. They had designer purses, heels, pants, dresses, swimwear. And all for great prices. I grabbed up everything in that section and marched myself to the counter to pay for everything. The grand total was 20.37$. And to believe I got all of that at a thrift store.