Improbable

Five

Sunday. A day of stress. Despite the fact that I hate school and being in it, I can't help but hate myself for my grades. I want to do better, I have the motivation which is the future, but I just can't seem to do it. I can't improve. It sucks.

I find myself at the mall. Yeah, I know, I come here a little too often lately. It just seems like a hub of activity, something I don't have going on in my brain. I go through it until I find a section of less modern shops. I pick the one that has the biggest jumble in the window. It's an urban clothing store. Cool.

My hand strokes along fabrics of t-shirts and dresses as I walk by the hangers. The colours go from burnt orange to charcoal black. Cool, or hot, I don't know.

"Can I help you?" a teenage girl my age asks as I round a clothed corner. She seems like she doesn't want to. I look over her shoulder her and see a manager watching us.

"No thanks, I'm just browsing."

She nods and moves on to a boy who just entered the store, eagerly twirling her hair as she does. Hm, not an obvious flirt then?

My eyes catch sight of something out of place in this autumn store. White. I pull at the cotton material and find a pretty summer dress. My smile widens as I look at it. It's flouncy with cold shoulders and a tiered skirt. I blush when I realize it's not my style. People will think I'm even weirder if I wear it. Yeah, I care what people think behind my hard shell. So what, don't we all? I hate the feeling of people staring at me. One time I tried to wear a flowery long shirt that tightened around my waist showing my curves. I felt so embarrassed when people looked at me I hid in the bathroom the rest of the day.

My hand tightens around the material before dropping it and moving on. I can't buy it. If I bought it, it'd just be hanging in my wardrobe for years before I eventually handed it on. Some other girl deserves the chance to wear it. Just not me.

As I exit the shop I feel like I'm being preyed upon. Oh, crap.

"Well if it isn't the bad bitch crawling her ugly ass out of the sewers."

I mock gasp looking around in bewilderment. "Is that the wind? I hear it speaking to me, it caught wind of Ella and claims it wants the air she's storing where a brain should be back," I exclaim.

Then I feel the slap. Her claws are out. I look down from the sky which I had previously rather have ben looking at and meet burning eyes.

"Did you get those contacts from hell? They really bring out the devil in you." I say monotoned.

"Well at least I can see, where you're too blind to notice my beauty and bow down bitch."

"Do I look like a female dog to you?" I ask.

"Yes," she replies with a smug look gathering snickers from her minions.

"Thanks, dogs are the most beautiful organisms on the planet," I reply turning to walk away.

A shriek halts me in my stride.

"Baby, I missed you!" the Lioness never says that to any boy, they all bow down to her. Only one person could make her lose it like that.

"Whatever."

Jared.

A/N: Okay so this is just 27 words short of 600, but I really wanted to update today, so I'll continue this scene in the next chapter.

Ugh, if we spent half the time we spend worrying about the future working towards it, it'd probably be alot brighter for us, huh?

Erg. Hope y'all are having a good day, listen to them birds chirping, or the wind against your window, or the rain on your roof. Life is alot more simple than we make it out to be.

Till next time :P