Fairytale world

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     "The name of the book is um..." Deborah closed her eyes tightly, trying to remember the title of the book her mom told her to get. "... I can't believe I lost the paper where she wrote it out for me!" Deborah groaned, clearly frustrated, as she searched through the shelves of books written in the 90's downward.

    "Try to remember, we've got a movie to watch." Rebecca glanced at her wristwatch.

    "I'm trying, I'm trying!" Deborah rubbed her temples.

    "Fine, let me guess." Rebecca stood straight, blinking earnestly.

    "You can't." Deborah said flatly.

    "Don't underestimate me, girl. Anything is possible." Rebecca preached.

    "Alright." Deborah raised her hands in surrender.

   "Okay...." she cleared her throat. The kind of clearing one does when a bunch of rubbish is about to spill out one's mouth. "...Is it...Alone in the woods?"

    Deborah rose a brow.

   "The beautiful girl and her monster?"

     "Not close." Deborah sighed.

   "The Irish boy with red eyes who coughs out broccoli?" Rebecca said with a proud smile.

   "Oh shut up, Reb." Deborah laughed.

   "What? I tried!" She did a defensive shrug.

    "Nah, does that look like a book my mom will tell me to get?" Deborah had a full questioning look.

   "On a second thought, maybe no." Rebecca said, with "whatever " look on her face.

   "Why don't you just call her, your mom?"

    "She's not picking her calls, it keeps going to voicemail."

   "skeleton couples?" Rebecca tried again.

    "Is that even a book, Reb?" Deborah asked with a "fed up" look.

    "Anything is possible."

    "Um...Holy Spirit help me." Deborah said with her eyes tightly closed again, thinking hard. "... Yeah! Remembered..." Deborah opened her eyes, a smile of relief on her lips. "... "wuthering heights." "

    "Wuthering heights? What is that?" A horrid look emerged on her pretty face.

     "The book of course, by Emily Bronte." Deborah said. "Now let's find it, mom said she read it when she was in high school."

    "I already feel it's a boring novel...yuck!"

   "Don't judge a book by its "title", Reb."

    "It is "cover". Don't judge a book by its "cover". " Rebecca rolled her eyes.

   "I know. And title." Deborah insisted.

   "whatever."

  
                                   .

     It's Saturday, of course the mall was super crowded. Deborah walked slowly by the rack filled with books with her brows scrunched as she picked different books, looked at the title and dropped them back. She hadn't found the one with the title that appealed to her.

    "Hey girllll!" Rebecca's voice called and she turned to see Rebecca who seem to be barely holding on to four cups of yoghurts; two chocolate flavor, one vanilla and one strawberry.

  Deborah crossed her arms with a confused look, her left brow elevated and her head tilted to the side. Her gaze was on the cups of yoghurt.

   "Why are you staring at me like that?" Rebecca frowned and followed Deborah's gaze to the items in her hands before letting out a scoff. "The yoghurts?"