Chapter 9

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Melissa and I pulled up to the mall, and I got out of the car pulling my dress back down. My dresses always get messed up when I sit in a car,and especially when Melissa is driving. She's the most reckless driver I have ever met. She drives way too fast, and takes turns way too sharp.

She's insane.

Melissa got out of the drivers seat after turning the car off, and checking her make up for the thousandth time this morning. I walked around the car to walk with her. She had her hair in a high pony tail and was wearing a white tank top, blue skinny jeans, and a blue flannel that she tied around her waist. She's so pretty. Even though she's wearing make up, it isn't packed on her face like other girls. It was absolutely cute. I loved it.

She tugged my arm dragging me closer to the entrance.

"Melissa I'm wearing heels!!! You can't drag me that fast!!"

Melissa laughed and let go if my arm.

"Whattevvverrr," she said dragging out her words.

Melissa stopped and waited for me and I tried to pick up my pace a little.

Maybe I should've wore flats.

I caught up to Melissa and we opened the doors to the mall and walked in. It instantly smelt like a variety of different foods. I smelt the roasted almonds, the candy corn, and all sorts of different food from the food court. It smelt amazing, but at the same time made lenders nauseous.

"Melissa, I can't take all these smells anymore," I laughed "let's go look at clothes."
We passed many different glass cases with black and white mannequins in them and they were all wearing expensive clothes. They all weren't me.. and them we passed another store and I stopped. This out fit in the window was so me. It was a black, off the shoulder top, with a cute black floral skirt.

I wanted it so badly, but since it was on display I figured everyone would want it, so I went inside dragging Melissa with me

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I wanted it so badly, but since it was on display I figured everyone would want it, so I went inside dragging Melissa with me. We went in the open doors and walked over to the sales person behind the cash register.

"Hi," I said "do you guys have the black off the shoulder and black floral skirt from the display in stock?"

My sister looked at me in shock from how mature I had gotten in stores. I used to be so shy that I couldn't even ask someone where the bathroom was.

"Yes we do, let me go get it from the back," The lady said.

"What?" I asked as I shrugged my shoulders "I got better."

The lady walked over to us with the dress I saw in the window. I looked at it and saw it might be a little too big on me..

"Uh.. is this the smallest size you have?" I asked.

"Yeah.." she sighed "all our smalls got sold out. Sorry"

"Oh, that's fine. I completely understand. Thanks anyways."

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