Too Busy to Live

My nightmare

I stood right in front of the door which would help me make the hardest decision of the day. Whatever my decision would be, I would owe it all to this so-called amazing (horrible) place that held horrible choices. I took a deep breath, and  pushed open the glass doors. I was hoping to be left alone, to not have that annoying girl tell me what to pick. But as usual, the moment I stepped in, the salesgirl with the surprisingly high-pitched voice greeted me with that sickly-sweet smile of hers.

"Good afternoon ma'am, welcome to Minstreet. So, what would you like to buy today?" she squeaks. I grit my teeth and fake a smile. How hate it when they do this. "Nothing really, I'm just going to look around", I reply. Thank heavens, she nods and leaves me to myself.

If there's anything I find hard in the world, that would be picking the right outfit for any occasion. I'm not the kind that would spend most of her weekends shopping loads at the mall, or spending hours trying on different clothes. I always dread any trip to the mall, may it be for clothes shopping, or shoe shopping. I'm the kind of person who would wear white sneakers with a black mini dress. Yeah, go ahead, throw rocks at me.

Our high school just announced a surprise dance party this weekend; you could call it a mock prom. On the occasion of our school being rated as one of the best high schools in Manchester. Now dance parties are the kind of things that I always stay home for. Ever since childhood, any upcoming party would result in me staying home with two of my best friends Molly and Bess, with bowls and bowls of popcorn between us. Hell, I wouldn't even attend New Year parties! I was such a social butterfly.

But now, instead of supporting me, my friends work against me alongside my mother, who wishes that I would "see a little more of the outside world". All three of them literally pushed me outside my house and said they wouldn't let me in unless I buy myself a cute outfit for the dance. Geez, this really makes me feel like a goat being made ready to get all slaughtered and cut up.

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With my arms loaded with 5 dresses, I made my way over to the tiny box-like room they call the trial station. This is just exactly how I pictured my nightmare landscape. And the devil would be the salesgirl. The lady in standing in front of the rooms handed me a move-in ticket (I couldn't help but laugh at the sound of that), marveling at my ability to manage to crash into the wall holding only 5 dresses. I flashed her an embarrassed smile, and walked on in an attempt to reach that dreaded door before anymore mishaps could happen.

An hour later

Turns out I actually like one of the dresses. I mean, at least its something like a dress. It's a check-design top that extends up to a little a below my thighs, and it goes with a ripped denim skirt reaching about 2 inches below my knees. Okay, so maybe its not a dress at all. But I'm pretty sure this should count as an achievement as this is the first outfit I bought without anyone's assistance. Mommy would be proud.

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This milkshake tastes bad. I should have taken coffee instead.

After shopping, I decided to give my taste buds a treat, and not just have them relying on tasting my saliva over an over again. But like I said, this milkshake tastes bad. Sorry, taste buds.

 Looking around, I saw that the café was mostly empty, except for an old man sipping his coffee, a boy with a hell number of piercings, and a lady who seemed to be talking to herself. Perfect. No one from my school. If someone saw me here, it would be news. Like front page headline news. Yeah, that's how bad it is. I was planning on staying for a at least an hour more to make it seem to my family that I spent hours choosing this skirt and top. Going to the game arcade seemed like a good idea that time.

I'm seriously reconsidering the thought now.  If they saw me here, I'm doomed. The funky hairstyles, the scary leather jackets, and low waist jeans revealing Calvin Klein.... yeesh, the jocks. All of them standing at the one place I actually consider to visit once in a while.

I slowly turned around,hoping that they wouldn't notice me. No such luck. " Bren?" I heard a voice behind me. I pretended not to hear. Walk,Bren walk. Did I mention? I'm Bren.