Back to Noelle!
I slip into my car, and put the keys in ignition.
Today I have decided to get out of town and relax, treating myself to some MUCH NEEDED retail therapy.
I put my bulky light brown purse in the passenger seat, and the car begins to rumble as it starts up.
I shut my door, quietly and discreetly, and strap myself in with my seat belt, the metal part clicking into place.
Suddenly, I turn to my radio, turning on my favorite station, MIX 103.2. It has a mix of pop and rock, and also some rap. Those are my favorite genres of music.
Eminem's "Lose Yourself" is playing quietly as I start to drive on the smooth pavement, that was recently redone. I roll down my window and let the wind tangle my long, brown hair. My sunglasses rest on the bridge of my nose, blocking out any blinding sun that could hit my eyes.
I drive and drive and drive, and then I turn on the highway. I close my window, hoping to reduce the loud noise of the wind in the car, and slide my sunglasses up my nose.
Suddenly, I see my exit, after miles of driving. I turn onto the exit, and drive up the road that leads to my favorite mall.
I slide into the driveway into the parking lot of the mall, looking serenely for a parking space close to the front of the parking lot.
Finally, I see one, and slip into the space before anyone could steal it.
I sigh to myself, and take off my seat belt, shutting down the car. I then open my door precariously, which leads to me almost jamming another car with my door. Before I slam the car door shut and lock it, I grab my purse and put it over my shoulder. I can hear the locks pop, and then I put my keys in my purse.
Striding away from my car, I enter the gigantic mall. I hear loud chit chatting, and it seems like no one is by themselves in there. I wish Tyler was... no, stop thinking of him!
I enter Victoria's Secret and buy some PINK shirts and some perfume, and spend as much as I want on myself.
I head over to Hollister and buy some shorts, and then Mac and Sephora to purchase some makeup.
Satisfied, I begin walking to my car.
I feel a forceful push and I slam against the pavement, the bags still on my arm.
Suddenly, I feel a warm liquid drip down my face. Blood. Suddenly, everything fades into black. I can't move.
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Novela JuvenilNoelle Marshall never asked for help. But when Tyler Hollande takes it upon himself, she'd never guess what'll happen next.
