When we got home, I went straight to my room. I rummaged through my boxes of stuff and found my wallet. It had fifty four dollars in it. My plan was to go to the mall to buy some cute clothes. I thought they might be expensive, so I took all fifty four dollars. I put the wallet in my pink purse, and walked to the bus stop. I took the bus because I didn't want my brother or my mom to know where I was going, and what I was doing there.
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When I got to the mall, I went straight to Francesca's. I wanted the prettiest outfit for tomorrow, and I knew Francesca's had trendy, expensive clothes.
As soon as I walked into the boutique, a tall girl with dark brown hair greeted me. "Hello, welcome to Francesca's. Are you shopping for any occasion this evening?" "No, I'm just looking.", I responded. "Alright. Well I'm Chelsey! Come to me if you have any questions or concerns."
I browsed the racks of clothes. I saw a few shirts I thought would work. One of them was a maroon, lacy short sleeve. It had a loose feeling. Another one was an olive green long sleeve. It had shoulder cutouts. I when I tried it on, I made sure my bra straps weren't showing, like girl at school who thought I wasn't "right" for the group. The third shirt was a dusty pink tank top. It also had lace. The lace was in a flower design covering the shirt. I decided to get the green one. It looked not too fancy, but good enough to be a "popular girl" shirt. Next I looked for skinny jeans. I bought a light wash pair, and some new flats. The flats were plain black leather. I had four dollars left after I bought the outfit. I didn't spend it, because I didn't have a job, and needed to save up money in case I need another wardrobe update.
When I got home I made sure nobody was near the back door. I scanned the kitchen. No one. I checked the dining room. Nobody. Finally I peered through the window to see if anyone was in the family room. No one was there either. I sprinted up the stairs to my room just incase someone saw me. I tucked the bag of clothes under my tank top, so no one saw the bright colors of it as I ran past. I finally got to my room, and shoved the bag in the back of my closet. I plopped down on my new bed, and then I realized—wait, mom and Victor are grocery shopping. I was winded–for no reason at all!
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Popular is Poison
Non-FictionDo you want be the most popular girl at school? Who wouldn't want to have all the boys drooling over you and all the girls following your every move? That's what Fiona thought she wanted, but when she finally reached her goal to be the prettiest...
