Angel || h.s.

Chapter 9

A week later . . .

***Anastasia's POV***

"Can I help you?" The lady behind the counter asked.

"Yes. I'm here to pick up my friend." I replied.

"Name?" She asked.

"ANASTASIA!"

"Anastasia . . . " The lady pondered, typing it into the computer. "No, I'm sorry. We don't have anyone under the name Anastasia scheduled to be picked up today."

"ANASTASIA!"

"I told you. No one under that name is scheduled to be picked up today," she said, but I ignored her.

"ANASTASIA!"

I turned around to see Drew running down the hall holding up a light blue flier like it was the Olympic torch and I was her destination.

"Is that you're friend?" The lady asked.

I sighed. "Yeah."

"ANASTASIA!"

"Must be a handful," she said.

Drew ran into a nurse carrying a bunch of papers and all the papers went flying. It didn't even slow her down.

"Yeah."

"How do manage her?"

"I have no idea." I replied truthfully.

Improv. It's a magical thing.

"ANASTASIA!" Drew gasped. "LOOOOOOOK! LLOOK! LOOK! LOOK!"

"No need to scream, Hun." The lady told her.

"Sorry!" Drew whispered loudly to the lady. Then she turned to me. "But looook!"

"Hmm. A light blue piece of paper. Very interesting." I said sarcastically.

"Seriously! Just read it!"

"Maybe if you stop jumping and moving I can actually attempt to!" I said grabbing the pie e of paper out of her hands.

All I had to do was read the title.

Oh god no.

"Oh god no." I repeated out loud.

"It'll be fun! We can go shopping again!" She giggled.

After last time?

Oh haaayll to the no.

"I don't think so, Drew." I said giving back the piece of paper.

"Please!" She pleaded.

"No."

Drew turned to the lady behind the counter.

Oh, please don't bring her into this.

"What do you think?" She asked the lady, shoving the piece of paper into her face.

The woman took out some reading glasses and grabbed the paper.

She cleared her throat. "A cotillion?" She asked. "Yeah seems like fun."

"See even she agrees with me! We should go!" Drew said.

"Drew, do you even know what a cotillion is?" I asked.

"No. But it sounds like fun!"

"I have a friend that owns a real good hair salon. If you want I could give her your names so that you could get a huge discount." The lady offered.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I said and started to walk away.

She bugged me the entire ride home about it.