Will You Be Here, In My Arms?

Ch. 3

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(I use this app called font maker, pretty cool)

I stepped into my still very amazing car ( Well, technically it's my grandma's, but you know, pride must be taken)

While he were leaving, I still saw Julia, so I rolled down the window and waved frantically for her. She smiled and waved just in time before we rolled off with a roar from the Ferrari's engine.

We got home, and I tiredly slugged off into the house carrying what now seems like 50 pounds of backpack into the house. My grandma's extremely fat cat greeted me at the door, rubbing my leg with its face. I went down to pet her, and she hissed at me, swiping.

"MAH GAAWD!", I screamed in reaction. 'Wow,' I thought, ' I didn't know that our cat is a serial killer'.

I went straight to my room to kick off my tan boots, and went for the mirror. Then, I pulled out my brush and combed through my long, wavy, blonde-brown hair, and removed most of my makeup.

My grandma then called out, "Tayler! Do you want to see a movie tonight, or we could go shopping! There's this awesome store, Rue 21 ( my favorite store, bytheway) that's right over the highway. Which do you want to do?"

I replied, "Going shopping for clothes would be nice; my mom didn't pack me all too much for a whole year!"

This time, she went in the other car, the light blue retro Chevy, which I hadn't seen before, but I thought there might be another car in that huge garage. This one had suede dark brown seats, and a tough brown leather dashboard.

We drove for hardly five minutes, over the highway and into a big strip mall. We walked past Claire's, HotTopic, Sephora, until we came to Rue 21.

In the store, there were assortments of accessories, clothes, perfumes, makeup, and shoes. I for some reason ran toward the clothes first (usually at stores I look at their shoes first) and immediately started picking out things. Note: it was fall, so I picked out cold-weather clothes.

I picked out an adorable coral sweater, with navy blue star shapes. I also took a jacket off the rack, a beige motorcycle jacket, with ribbed sleeve cuffs. A turquoise scarf with white polka dots, a perfume called Rue the World, and last, black ankle boots with a leather flower decal on the sides. My grandma went up to the cashier, who rang up $120 dollars.

I looked at my grandma with an apologetic face, as if to say " Sorry to break your budget" , but she just said, "Oh, this is fine, we have plenty of money" and cracked up laughing.

We drove back home, and I did my homework ( A lot of teachers made me do it, even though it was my FIRST DAY) which was a page of math and spelling exercises; my grandpa came out from behind his laptop to help with it. I pulled out my smartphone and posted my status on Facebook: First day= pretty good- Homework on the First day= dear god help me!

Then I packed up my mint colored backpack-which, Julia's short friend Allysa keeps making references to a "mint bunny"- and went off to bed. ::: of course that means another hour of being on my iPad before bed :::