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Chapter 16: Cliché Costume, Halloween Shopping
Rose perches on the bench in the dressing room, with the thick pink curtain loosely closed, while she awaits Minnette's return with the outfit the girls select for her.
They've been searching for the absolute, perfect, costume for well over an hour in this thrift shop, as Rose sits in here feeling awkward, as well as impatient with her toes tapping the ground in her snug shoes.
Rose did her very best to be querulous in order to get herself out of the current situation, but they insisted she needed an outfit, and that they needed to be the ones to find it, because apparently, Rose is incapable. She disagrees wholly, however, she is outvoted 3:1. Ratios, woah! Looks like that algebra shit can be convenient. That is blatant sarcasm.
To keep herself entertained, and to stop inconsequential monologues, Rose scrolls through twitter on her phone. Everybody is talking about Sinclair's Halloween party, unsurprisingly; however, it is a tweet by the name "PennHenn" that captures her attention.
Penn; the name sounds familiar to her, but she cannot recall why. Rose sits there feeling puzzled and her brows scrunch up as if to help jog her memory. Rose hits herself in the forehead with her palm. Let me tell you, it does not help. If anything, it is just going to give her a headache.
The curtain is ripped open and Rose lets out a shriek of terror.
"Shit, you guys. Don't scare me like that!" Rose shouts loudly.
They have all fallen into each other, using one another's bodies for stability as they cackle like a pack of wild hyenas.
"How hilarious! Just give me the damn costume." Rose instructs with a hand held out.
Minnette delicately hands the fabric over to her, and she gives it a quick glance. "'Little Red Riding Hood?' You couldn't think of anything more...original?"
"Hey, quit with the teen-angst attitude and try on the outfit already!" September defends. Her arms cross over her chest, covering her checkerboard black, blue, orange, red, and gray sweater. She wears the tackiest sweaters in fall, yet somehow pulls it off. Rose still gives her shit for it, though. Her and Winter.
"What are you wearing?" Rose flings her orange snapback off her head, and it flies to the ground, spinning like a top as it does. The hat messes up her long hair as it falls. She looks down at it before giving Rose a wave of her middle finger and placing it back on her head without bothering to smooth back her hair. This girl give's no fucks. She already has a skateboard by her feet after being exhorted that it is not allowed in the store, twice. Not to mention this happens everywhere we go. "Tema, you look like a clown."
Instead of replying, she shoves Rose backwards into the changing stall with the cloth in her hands and then smacks the curtains shut.
"I told you, try it on." Her voice is now a command. Rose might as well listen because she knows they have no problem with climbing into the tiny mirrored room with her, and forcing her into the clothing. They've done it before, not only to Rose but Winter, as well. She must admit she helped with those circumstances. Rose knows they have no problem with doing it today.
She opens the curtain at a snail's pace, wincing slightly. "You want me to wear this?"
Winter is giggling at her while the other two goons laugh in hysteria.
"You want me to wear this, to Sinclair's house?!" Rose repeats her words, and yet, she is again responded to with further laughter. She swears all these idiots do is laugh, at her, at others. How rude!
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