Like falling off a cliff.

Chapter Six

Bella

"Stop moaning, Bella!" Chelsea sighed for the millionth time.

It's been 1 hour, 32 minutes and 48 seconds since we had entered Rose Water Mall and still counting; 49, 50, 51..

"Christmas is only around the corner and you haven't even bought a single present!" Chelsea continued talking and talking and I'm pretty sure she was just repeating herself.

I was so busy with moving in and getting settled with school and my job that I totally forgot that I moved mid December, the busiest time of the year. Not only had I forgotten about Christmas, but I had also forgotten to buy presents for my family which I'm sure have already began to wrap theres.

There was no luck though. I couldn't find anything decent to buy. Might I add, I hate shopping; so my spirits weren't really that high.

13 minutes had passed and still nothing. Yes, 13 minutes; remember, I'm still counting.

Chelsea pulled me into a clothes store and she began skipping around the shop as I dragged myself behind her.

"So take your pick" Chelsea chirped, gesturing towards the rails of dresses which were sorted by colour.

Yellow, orange red..

Green, blue, purple..

I glided my hand across the silky fabric which gently slid off my fingertips like water.

"Tell me again why we're looking at dresses?" I questioned, slightly confused.

"For the Christmas party, of course!"

"Oh, yeah the Christmas party, I almost forgot! Not like I didnt just move to this school or anything" there was an obvious splash of sarcam laced into my words.

"Sorry smart ass" Chelsea laughed. "Every year, the 'popular' boys; i.e James and his boys throw a Christmas party for the whole school. And, whos part of the school?" I waited for an answer, but I soon came to terms that it was rhetorical as Chelsea stood infront of me pointing at each of us with a cheesy grin plastered on her face indicating that we, me and her, were part of the school.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Chels, but I'm not going"

"What? Why?"

"I'd rather spend Christmas with my family than in a house full of a bunch of drunken teens" I scoffed.

"Well. are you free the day after Christmas?" Chelsea asked, folding her arms.

"Erm, yes, why?"

"Great, cos' that's when the party is!" she smirked, an evil smirk.

Great.

Chelsea stood there infront of me with her arms still crossed over her chest, as a sign of victory. I knew there was no way of me winning this battle any longer so I turned to face the rows of dresses in all shape and colour and groaned.

"Stop whining and pick one, we don't have all day" Chelsea ushered me towards the first rail of clothing.

Yellow. Definenetly not my colour.

I kept searching through an endless row of dresses until I spotted it. The one that I wanted. The one that was calling my name.

It was a red, strapless dress that hugged the curves of the mannequin that was modelling it in all the right places.

I quickly paced to the rack that was holding only a few of the remaining dresses left and luckily there was only one more dress in my size.

"Yeah, I saw that first" Barbie came out of no where and tried to grab the dress from my firm grip.