Mirror,Mirror

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

I’m sitting in Amy's black BMW in silence. Since the incident in the cafeteria I haven't felt like saying anything. It was Amy's idea to skip the rest of school and go shopping at the local mall.  So far during the drive I’ve been staring out the window, not even turning my head to look at Amy. I can feel the tension in the air. The vibration from my phone breaks my thoughts. Pulling out my phone and notice it’s a text message from my mom.  “Just great.” I mumble under my breath.

I slowly scan my phone and read the text message:

“Marisol, I am extremely disappointed in you young lady! Why am I getting a phone call that you skipped EVERY single one of your classes today and you got in trouble at lunch for whatever reason? When you get home you better have a damn good explanation for your actions today. And just to make it clear, you are grounded for the next week and if your actions don’t turn around by then, I will happily increase it to two weeks. I hope I made myself very clear and don’t even think about coming past curfew or you will really see a monster out of me tonight.”

I let out a low groan and pass Amy my phone. She stops at the red traffic light and starts to read the text message. Turning her head toward me, she puts on a sympathetic smile.

“Well we have about four hours to surf through the mall before your curfew, so let’s make the most of it.” She says while hitting the gas again.

I shrug and roll my eyes. Looking out the window I watch the scenery zoom past us.              

Right now the only thing I cared about wasn't Anthony or today or school or even my mother. No, the only thing on my mind was revenge on those cheerleaders and I intended on being satisfied. 

When Amy and I got to the mall I made her take me to the girly-est store there. She dragged me off to a store called “Cupcakes”. It was huge with a lot of skirts and a lot of pink floral. I put my hand over my mouth; I could feel my lunch creeping back through my throat. The walls were covered in different shades of pink; even the floors had a tint of pink in it. I turn my head to Amy.

"Are you serious?" I ask with my eyebrow raised. 

She nods her head and heads over to one of the clothing racks. "Dress or skirt?" she asks.  

I stare at her in disbelief. "Not even jeans with a pink shirt!?? A skirt?! Are you crazy" I exclaim. 

The lady at the clerk counter shoots a disgusted look at me. I roll my eyes and follow Amy around the store. She starts handing me clothes with different patterns and designs. After about five minutes my arms are filled with shoes, shirts, jeans (they weren't pink thank god) and skirts.

"Okay go try them on!"

I walk into the dressing room and put on each piece one at a time. "This isn't half bad" I tell myself for reassurance.

I try on the last outfit that was a pink floral off-the-shoulder shirt with dark blue jeans and pink flip flops with a flower in the middle.

"OMFG! That's the outfit!!" She runs up to me and hugs me really tight.

"Amy you’re cutting off my circulation".

She finally lets me go and we buy the outfit. Walking out the store I feel like a new person is ready to emerge. The flower has finally blossomed.