Chapter 8

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"Can we please do something after school today?" Tianna asked me as we left school
"I'm supposed to go see Shawn" I answered
"You're always with Shawn," Tianna complained
"I'm getting a job," I said
"Where?" She asked
"Never mind where, but I'm getting a job,"
Tianna rolled her eyes, and I lead her to my car. As I hopped in the drivers seat, Shawn ran up to the car. I rolled down the window, "Coming over?" He asked
"I can't, I'm goin out with T" I told him
"Who?" He asked
I pointed at Tianna, who was sitting in the passengers seat. He made a face then said, "Okay, whatever. Text me" And then he walked away.
"What an asshole," Tianna said
"You can get out of the car," I replied back
"Are you kidding me?" Tianna asked
"Get. Out." I commanded, "Now."
Tianna flipped me off and slammed the car door, she ran off to try and catch her bus.
I drove out of the school parking lot, and over to the river heights mall. After shopping around I bought a new pair of brown booties, and a few pairs of jeans.
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I pulled my car in front of Tianna's house, I let myself in her front door and walked down the hall to her room.
She was sitting the floor painting her toe nails,
"Hey, T" I said
She looked up at me, "What do you want?"
"I'm sorry about before, if it helps I did some shopping and I could really use your help critiquing my outfits," I pleaded.
T couldn't resist shopping and new clothes, when we're little we would have fashion shows and model all the things we bought at the mall.
Tianna smiled, "Of course, now squeeze your skinny ass into those new clothes so I can see, Chica"
I pranced around her room modeling my clothes, she 'oohhhed' and 'ahhhed' as I pranced around in my new Marc Jacobs booties.
"You've got to let me borrow those boots and the white jeans," T said
"Of course, but you can't wear white and brown," I pointed out
"Why not?" She asked
"Because, T it's like a fashion rule I'd never wear white and brown." I explained
"Well I'm not you," Tianna said
"That's for sure," I stated, as I picked up my clothes off her floor.
She rolled her eyes and continued to paint her nails.

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