Sweet Wings

One

I taped at the tapestry hanging on the wall of the store in front of me. I didn't dare walk in, knowing I couldn't get anything. What was the good of looking and wishing of something when you couldn't get it?

Everyone at school came to Tilly's for clothes: jocks, cheerleaders, geeks. And everyone was praised for being seen with the logo embroidered someone on their clothes.

But with having two older brothers and mums work slowing, I got stuck with hand-me-downs and no money to buy anything new. So all I could do was gaze from afar at the famous-for-whatever-reason clothes.

They had pretty nice snapbacks, I'll give them that, along with their hoodies. The popular store also sold skateboards, something I was dying to have.

I walked to and from school everyday, and it wasn't nice in the Australia weather. Sadly, I didn't have a bike or anything that could carry me. Nothing but my feet and music for inspiration.

A buff man knocked into me with his shoulder as he walked into the store and sent me flailing to the floor. I glared upward at the jock from my school and held onto my arm I hit on the floor. A lady, a few years older than myself, crouched down beside me and gripped my shoulder.

"Hun, are you okay?" She asked me, her rack sticking out close to my face.

I nodded and stood up with the help of her polished hand. I finally got a good look at the blonde and almost choked on air. Behind the stranger was Victoria Secrets and there was her face, shining on her brilliant curves covered in lingerie.

I looked back at her with wide eyes and she blushed. "What were you looking at in the store?" She finally asked me.

"Huh?" I asked, actually turning to pay attention to the model.

"What were you looking at in Tilly's?"

"Oh, that skateboard," I sighed. It was something I'd never be able to afford.

She opened her wallet and folded different bills, sticking them into my hand. "Go get it," she winked.

"I-I-" she interrupted me.

"I will not take the 'I can't repay you' shit." She huffed, crossing her arms. "Go get it."

"At least tell me your name?" I asked.

She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down:

330-992-6789
             -Candice ;)

And with that she walked away. I knew it was illegal, being I was underage, but I called that number.