My alarm clock just went off, it's 7 am. I still live in the old, dirty 1 bedroom apartment that I've always lived in since moving to college. Probably big enough to only fit 40 people in the whole thing. But, this apartment was just my style. I never wanted anything to fancy, to luxurious, to out there, to wonderful; Something that I will be comfortable in if there is ever a time of my life that I will be poor.
I slowly got out of bed. My long legs moved from under the covers, stopping immediately because it was so cold. I then inched my way out. Once I get used to the cold, I can move another inch and so on. It took about 3 minutes before I was fully sitting up in bed with no covers on me.
No class today. What am I gonna do? I have a huge test in two days on the many cycles in biology. I could always study for that; however, I just hit the jackpot, so no. I'm gonna buy myself a whole new wardrobe, something I've wanted since I was little. No more of buying from a thrift shop. It's not cool, even if Macklemore says it is.
I hopped into the shower and let the warm water run over my body, taking a loofah and completely cleaning myself up before I went into the nice stores, even if I will not get attention from the people even if I tried. I washed off, hopped out, and put on my best blouse, pants, and shoes I could find. They weren't that shabby for only spending $9 dollars total on both together.
I made my bed, turned off all the lights, locked the door, and headed on down to the coffee shop right below my apartment. It's always fun to walk into a place where all the workers know you and know what your order is going to be: straight black coffee. However, this morning, I was feeling dangerous. I was gonna buy a muffin, a blueberry muffin to be exact.
I opened the door and everybody stared at me... they knew. They knew I was rich. They knew. They knew everything about me now; like the hadn't already. I walked in with more confidence than ever, by horrible hair nest some how frolicked in the wind that I created by just walking. I walked up to the cashier. He had everything ready. But then I hit it to him:
"One blueberry muffin please!" I said with a big smile. He smiled back, chuckling to himself, added it to the register and went and got it from the show case of food. It came on a darling white plate, the blueberries and the muffin just so perfectly blended that I didn't have care in the world. And to think that a blueberry muffin could do that to someone.
I paid and grabbed my coffee and my blueberry muffin and went and sat down at my normal table, in the corner where no one really notices me and ate in peace and harmony. This happened every morning though.
It didn't take long to finish and soon got up to throw away my trash. I was just about to venture out on something that I've never really done before. The only other time I have bought clothing from a retail store was when I was a senior in high school, and I brought my prom dress for only $60! It took me 7 months to earn up that money, and I was very proud of myself for achieving something I wanted so dearly.
I live a half of a mile out of town, and do not own a car. Something that I will never own, being as that I live in New York City. And thus, I started walking. I started walking to something I was dreaming of doing. I started walking towards a new future. People will look at me differently now.
I entered into a little boutique, and the woman did not give me the time of day. I saw this coming. I went to a rack that had a very pretty blouse, it was blue transparent, but I knew I was to pair an undershirt with it. I grabbed that off the rack, with a undershirt which sat on a table next to it. I now had to find pants. But I had no idea how to match this.
"Ma'am?" I asked sweetly.
"What?" She said in a bitter tone.
"Excuse me, that is not how you speak to anyone." I bitterly said back. Her eyes widened, shocked that a girl like me would ever say something like that.
"I'm sorry. But I don't talk to people who look dirt poor. Seeing as you will never be able to afford anything in my boutique." Her eyes squinted at me. I was utterly shocked.
"I just won the jackpot." Her eyes then widened.
"Oh, well let me just help you right now!" She jumped up from her seat that was behind the desk and ran toward me. However, I already hung up the clothing and was making my way to the door.
"I don't give my money to rude saleswomen." That was the last thing I said before actually leaving the store. I was very happy with myself. That is something that I never thought I would be able to do.
I got to the next shop, and the same thing happened. However, I found the exact same top and undershirt and grabbed some white shorts to go with it. Everything looks good with white. I walked to the changing room and put on the outfit. I looked so good. I was so surprised. I never thought my body would ever make that silhouette shape.
I walked out of the changing room with it on the saleswomen there walked up to me holding a purse in her hand.
"I thought this would go well with that." She reached over and grabbed a pair of high heels. "This too."
I put them on right there, and my outfit was complete. I looked like a "stunner" apparently; however, that it was the women told me. I believed her. I will believe anyone in fashion at this point.
From this point on, the women helped me with my journey of buying clothing. She even helped me get a number for a hair dresser which will give me a new look completely. Something I was going to do later today.
I paid for the clothing, all of it only coming out to $890.15! That price shocked me; but, it was something that I needed to do.
I walked out of the store in a new outfit. And damn, did some heads turn. Especially one that caught my eye.
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Sorry if it's a short chapter.
It will get better.
Everything always gets better, right? :P
Enjoy and more to come!
Stay ravishing and dapper,
Halla
