The Thief Who Stole My Heart

The Little Black Dress

"How about H&M?"
"What about Sainsburys?"
"New look?" The frustration rings clear through my moms voice as she says this, determined to find the little black dress that she is hoping for.

"Come on Riley! There are really pretty dresses in here!"
"Ughhh, do we have to?"
"Yesssss" my mom squeals
"Fine, lets look for dresses then." And enter a hell worse than school

"I don't really understand why we can't go to Sainsburys or Sports Direct" I moan.
"Because you have to look nicee" my mom trills
I moan again
"Try this on and this" she says throwing them back
"Ughh"
"No no no! This is perfect!"
I turn to see what my mom is holding, a little black dress. That I would have to admit it looks perfect, but I should keep up my reputation . So in reply the moan was heard again.
As I jump out of the changing room the dress holds on to my "stick thin" body, twirling I feel a sense of relief as we have found the perfect dress, and it is time to go.
"It's good, can we go?"
"Ooh! Yes honey" my mom exclaims,clapping her hands whilst bouncing around.

I sit in the car whilst listening to my mom trill in an extremely high pitched voice about how perfect my dress is .Torture. Then my favourite song comes on the radio- that's my cue to screech. The words just tumble out of my mouth with this song uptown funk

Ahhh this hit that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold
This one for them hood girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces
styli'n while'n livin it up to the city
Got chucks up with Saint Laurent
Got to kiss myself so pretty
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Called a police and a fireman
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who in am
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Am bad bout that mon-

"Come on we are back go and tidy your room I just got a text from Claire apparently when we were out some one moved next to us so I have invited them for dinner, hurry up now"
"Oh wow mum"