Revived Souls

P A R T T w e n t y N i n e

______________________________________________
|T W E N T Y n i n e|our arrest
______________________________________________
Shopping sprees were never my thing. I wasn't anywhere close to a shopaholic and in fact, I was quite the opposite - a shopaphobic. I hated shopping with burning passion. That was a rare coming from a girl. But of course, I could never fit into a typical girl's profile. I had never been fond of the color pink nor did I like talking in the plastic way. I wasn't a fashionista or ran behind a hoard of expensive fashion brands. I never enjoyed applying make up or fancied watching extremely sappy romantic chick-flicks.

Okay, I was never a normal girl.

As a teenager, I was never classified as 'cool'. I was somebody who would be called 'nerdy' thanks to my 4.0 gpa and moreover, I was a social outcast. Girls never wanted to be friends with me because I wasn't like them.

On that note, Portia would be my first real girl-friend or best friend for that matter. We had gotten pretty close over the duration of my stay here. Her humor and sarcasm played off well with me and I instantly liked being in her company.

"Oh look at this cute little dress!! Aw! How sad it won't fit me!" She made her lips into a pout as she dreamily gazed at a blue spaghetti striped dress which had the back open. It had a nice bodice which could gracefully bring out all your hidden curves.

"Why don't you take this? Try it on maybe?" She looked at me whilst casually lolling out her Popsicle.

"It's not my type." I politely declined.

"Bullshit! You're trying this on, Missy!" She forcefully pushed me into the dressing room with the dress in one hand.

She gave me the dress and a look that suggested that I had to give in. With that, she trotted away leaving no room for discussion. Heaving a sigh, I slipped the blue dress on with quite reluctance after getting out of my usual denim jeans and a sweatshirt.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. My dull, boring, pale green eyes looked back at me. My face was pasty white and was in a terrible need of a good outdoor time with sun. I may have gained a few pounds and it was a stark contrast to the anorexic girl I had become whilst I was with Lennox.

The dress made me look a bit curvy. It flashed skin more than necessary which wasn't really on my comfort zone.

I swiveled the door and went to a smiling Portia who looked engrossed in something on her phone. I cleared my throat to make my presence acknowledged.

She hesitantly took her eyes off the phone and swept her gaze all over me. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. "Whoa! You. Look. Smexy." She repeated the words slowly.

My cheeks flushed and I looked down at my shoes suddenly feeling naked. "No. This dress is uncomfortable."

"Are you kidding me?!!" She looked at me like I lost my mind.

"Uh yeah."

"Bullocks. You, my love, look stunning. That dress is like made for you. No need to be modest." She made an eye roll and pursed her lips at me.

"I look pale, Portia." I complained.

"Deb, don't tell me you're one of those self depreciating girls who don't think they are beautiful. Lord! Any man with an eyesight can see how lovely you are." She explained surprise filling her features.