Because We are the Kids in the Street [discontinued]

Chapter 2

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Today we raid your closets.

Yeah, I'd rather we call it emptying my closets. Hay kept grabbing everything and throwing it on a heap on the floor.

"Hayley, stop!" I said, trying helplessly to pick up after her and hang everything up neatly again. I only went out to take a shower and get dressed in my jean shorts and a tank top, and when I came back, Hayley was doing this.

"Dude, where the heck are all the t-shirts and jeans? And any shoe without a heel?" She said, plucking even more of my clothes out and throwing them over her shoulder carelessly. To be honest, she looked a little crazy. Her hair was curling wildly in every direction, her bangs making three odd spikes at the front of her head.

Somehow I had led her on by wearing jeans, sneakers and a worn out shirt yesterday. I wasn't really the tomboy type. I almost never wore jeans. Not that I didn't like them. I just wanted to fit in.

"Who picked this out?" She held up a black ruffled mini skirt.

"Carmen."

"No. No, no, no." Liam came in with the black plastic bag she had asked him for. "Keep or toss?" She asked, waving the skirt over the bag Liam held open.

"I don't know..." I said gingerly, sitting down on my bed. I didn't know if I could toss out all the clothes I had worn from my life in Orlando. I wanted to hold onto my past so dearly, I wanted to go back there.

"Okay, Lexi, look." Hay walked closer to me, putting the skirt down on my desk and sitting next to me. "I don't know a lot about your past. I don't know about most of the things you've been through, but I can see it's been a fair amount. And I think it's time for you to let go of the past and embrace the future. Moving on isn't for wussies, and it WILL be hard."

I sigh. Hay gives a nice pep talk, even when she doesn't know everything. Embrace the future. Can I do that?

"Okay. Toss the skirt." I said on a whim. Hay stood up and grabbed the skirt, tossing it in the bag with a big smile.

"Well done," she grabbed another skirt. "Toss or keep?"

I got up and grabbed a few more mini skirts from the pile in the middle of my bedroom floor.

"Toss them all."

We kept on like that for a few minutes, throwing most of my clothes into the black bag. My brother watched us with a very amused expression, laughing when we argued about keeping or tossing something.

In the end, my closet was empty, save the three skinny jeans and two t-shirts and one dress that Hay decided were good to keep, and we had almost two bags filled. I had tossed most of my high heels too, keeping only two pairs. I was surprized to find that some of the things we had left still had price tags on. I had never worn them.

"Okay, now for the second step of making you new," Hay said, grinning.

"What?" I asked, feeling suspicious.

"Let's go to the mall." 

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