A Living Fancy

Establish

I stopped right in my tracks, I was shocked that the woman was so dangerous but I just swept her off my worries list and couldn't care less.

The police left with a warning, a warning that would again get me in a angry mood. The homeless man was in the bathroom the whole time.

I heard muffled screams and objects dropping. I was concerned, I knocked on the door and demanded he opened the door.

He was refusing like he was embarrassed for me to see him. "Why would I be embarrassed to see an ugly fool like him?" I thought.

My banging was diminished when he opened the door with shyness. He peeked his head out and I finally saw what he was doing. He was shaving and was trying to look better than he did. "Thank God"

When I seen him he looked much more nourished and muscular. His face was smooth looking and astonishingly good looking.

I wasn't impressed he needed to work on more debt for me to pay for the dent in my car but until then I'd still drive my car.

I told him he would have to take care of my house. He would have to clean, cook, and do tasks for me.

He nodded and got straight to work. What was I supposed to do now? The shop was closed and I had nothing to do.

I decided to go to the WoodShire Mall. I needed something to do so I could get my mind off my that floral dress wearing beast. She was on my mind all day.

But of course I brushed her off my mind. I walked in the Gucci Store and let my problems melt away. I was greeted with so many bags, shoes, and more.

I rung up 2 pairs of heels and a new bag. That's what I needed, some time to myself. I was just cruising through the mall when I seen a woman.

A precise woman, the floral beast. She was wearing a dress that was sold in the boutique. How stupid was she? Why would you be so quick to wear something you stole?

I approached her immediately, I asked " Ma'am where'd you get that dress?" She looked at me with aggravation, but just respond " my local store."

Then a state of rage came over me and at this point I couldn't control what came out of my mouth. " you stole that dress from me!"