Blue Harvest

DAY FOUR

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Day Four.

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I walked downstairs to the front room.

"Mom! What are you doing?!" I questioned loudly, with my eyes opened wide, completely confused.

"Just painting the ceiling." She responded politely.

"With your feet? All the way up there?!"

"I'm fine honey. Here I'll come down."

My mom zipped down the ladder and did a front flip in the air and landed with bang.

"Nice, how did you do that?"

"I... Don't know."

"Anyway I'm going to the mall, with a few Friends, is that ok?"

"Sure, what friends?" She asked now climbing back up the ladder.

"Ummm my friends Paula, John and Reilly."

"Who's Reilly?"

"A girl I met at the Jack Black convention, god Jack's amazing!"

"Well ok dear, be careful!"

"And don't play in traffic and don't smoke, I get it."

"What?" Mom said confused.

"Never mind."

1 hour later. "Oh my god! Starbucks! We. Need. To. Get. Something." Reilly bursted with excitement.

"A salad?" Paula said.

"There are no salads at Starbucks." I chuckled and whispered in her ear.

"They should." Paula sighed.

"Ya, they should have an entire McDonald's too." Reilly said loudly.

"Well ok." John said sarcastically.

All of the sudden Paula screamed! "EEEEAAAKKK!!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"SHOES!!"

"Ummm what's the obsession with shoes?" My eyes all squinted full of curiosity.

"You haven't lived until you've had a shoe montage."

"Ummm okay?"

2 minutes later. God it felt like hours of fashion shows and trying on a bunch of awful shoes. We passed the back of the store and beauty exploded in my face.

A beautiful pair of black heels, jeweled by transparent cristals going down the side. With a pink ribbon and a leather black rose on the front.

"I have to get those!" I yelled with happiness.

"Ok, but those look expensive." Paula responded, twisting her lip.

"It's ok, my dad will be fine with it. Please, he would be disappointed if I didn't spend this much."

"Bring them to the checkout, I'll bring my shoes. And Paula, choose 1" Reilly said.

"Oh come on!" Paula complained.

We wandered to the checkout, I put my shoes on the counter. And smiled at the lady behind the register.

"That'll be 899.99" the lady said.

"Oh, well." I said surprised.

I hastefully pushed my Visa card on the counter. No one noticed. The lady slipped the card on the machine and cashed in the Visa card. Then I grabbed my heels and waited for everyone else to get out. As you might assume it took around 1 minute for only 2 pares of shoes, but it took closer to an an hour.

Don't ask me why but Paula was arguing with the register lady about the shoe style..

I honestly just acted amazed by the shoes I got so I could get the hell out of there. I really couldn't give a shit about the shoes I bought. Sorry fashion queens, not my style.

I'm not really one of those snobby rich chicks with 1000 shoes. Paula is, little less on the snobby side though.

"Oh my god I have so many shoes to try!!" Paula screamed.

Oh god. There she goes again.

"I thought you only got one pare?"

I asked Paula.

"ANYWAYS! Let's walk by the bank, I need to take out some thallers." John said.

"Thallers?" Reilly asked in confusion.

"Dollars, sorry Paula's shoes were distracting me."

The wind was soft and warm, the air was humid as Florida on Drugs. Cars swarmed the parking lot outside, honking at the people in front and all around. People can be dumbass's. Especially at 2:00 in the afternoon, in downtown Philadelphia.

All of the sudden the song 'Party in the USA' blasts out of John's pocket. "I hopped off the plane at L.A.X with a dream and a cardigan. Welcome to the land of fame, excess, woah am I gonna fit in?"

"No. No! Turn that shit off! I don't need a reminder of Miley these days.." I begged.

"You want it louder?" Paula asked sarcastically.

"No! No! Please!"

John turned the music to full blast. Instantly Miley started screaming in my ear. "OH MY GOD!!" I screamed back.

10 minutes later walking up, Lombard street. Paula still blasting terrible music. The wind blowing fiercely. Cars honking and generally being idiotic, still.

Yeah I know this part of my life is boring, it's not about to get better any time soon.

At that moment a group of naked people ran by me and hollered and sung, cheering something about a voice.

Oh god that was illegal on so many levels. They ran across the street and with no doubt some of them got hit by a car, they panicked and swore. I just laughed with my friends and walked away. Eventually the paramedics came and the policed followed. Probably something about a fractured bone or a lot of blood loss.

There were a ton of crazy people today either drunk, insane or what I just witnessed. Ya I know, with the naked stoners.

"Ummm, yeah. We're lost." Reilly confessed. Paula and John chuckled.

"Let's look for the next bus stop. We could catch a ride back to Reilly's" I said with confidence.

"What about the one over there?" Paula suggested.

"The one beside the girl with the big penis hat?" Riley asked pointing to the bus stop.

"That does look like a giant purple penis." Paula agreed.

"Why is it purple?!" I yelled. "I don't know." Riley sighed.

"Can we just go soon? Before it eats us." John suggested.

We all started laughing like in those cliché cartoons from the late 1900's. God I hate those. As we walked on past the lady with the purple penis hat, we never really found out what happened to those naked vocalists that got brutally smothered by that car. I wish we did, probably something hilarious happened.

2 hours later. A lot of time elapse I know.

"Well this is my house" Reilly presented to us.

The house had beige bricked walls with a brown roof and green luxurious grass in the front.

"Shall we go inside." Reilly asked.

"No I think we should go to Jupiter instead." Paula said sarcastically.

John gave a smirk. I could tel he was dying of laughter inside.

Thanks for reading! Give me feedback (as I always say). Vote, share, comment. If you want to. Sorry it was short, I was busy.

Thank you Nancy's. Stay sharp,

Carson.