Maggie and I walk into the furniture store. I go to pick out a bed frame first. I choose one with a black wood footboard and a soft, smooth, fuzzy black headboard. Then I choose a large, square black wooden dresser that even has a built-in drawer for jewelry. I pick out a matching square black nightstand, with silver handles for everything. For a mattress, I get a super soft, plush one, and Maggie lets me get a memory foam mattress pad, too. The last thing i pick in there is a tall black bookshelf.
We move on to a different store, where I pick hot pink sheets and a fluffy, reversible bedspread- one side is black&white polka dots, the other hot pink and white chevron. Different, but they both look cool.
I pick out a fuzzy hot pink chair and a black throw pillow lined with white faux feathers. I look through the lamps and decide on one with with a black and white pattern lampshade.
After that, we head for the paint store. I choose black, white, and turquoise paint. I check my phone.
"Wow, it's already 12:45!" I say.
"We should go get some lunch." Maggie agrees. We walk to DQ, and get icecream for lunch.
I order a small mint oreo, and Maggie orders a medium Butterfinger. When we're done, Maggie asks "Where to next? We've got paint, furniture, mattresses, and a bedspread."
"Room décor?" I suggest.
"Sure." Maggie says with a grin.
When we get there, i pick out posters, signs, canvases with quotes and inspiration on them, Eiffel Towers, a cute little giraffe made of scrap metal, and some other room décor.
When we're done there, we move on to store No. 5 of the Ultimate Shopping Trip, as I'm calling it- Walmart. Here, I get color-lasting shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, and other "personal items."
The next stop is one of my favorites- clothes. I only brought some of mine, so I get a basically brand-new wardrobe. I pick skinny jeans, lots of different-style tops, some dresses, long skirts, shorts, hoodies, a black leather jacket, and pajamas. I also pick lots of accessories- beanie hats, cardigans, etc.
In the shoe store, I get Converse, high-tops, combat boots, heels, a pair of sneakers, Vans, and sandals. (I allow myself all these only because it seems my feet have stopped growing at size 5- hideously small.)
I'm getting tired, but I'm still very excited when we get to the makeup store. I pick lots of eyeliner, mascara, different colors of lipstick, eyeshadow, blush, foundation, nail polish, and I find some hair accessories.
When we're finally done- and exhausted- we climb in the car and head to the hotel. Tomorrow will be another long day- setting all of it up.
Sure enough, I'm right. At 9:30, after we're dressed and we've had breakfast, we collect our bags and check out of the hotel. John says he'll paint all the rooms and manage the furniture delivery and let Maggie and I have a girls day out.
"Okay!" We agree quickly.
We ride down the elevator and climb into the car.
"Where to?" Maggie asks.
"How about a hair salon? My dye is fading, and besides, it's grown past my butt so you can see a lot of my roots and it needs a trim." I announce. My hair really has grown a lot.
"Okay, sounds good!" Maggie agrees, pulling out of the parking lot.
In the end, I cut my hair 2 inches and dye it bright blue. I get bangs again, because they have grown out. I walk out of the room and see Maggie waiting. She passed on hair, but got her nails done. She looks up from her magazine.
"Storm!" She says. "You look... Fabulous!" I blush.
"Thanks!"
"It seriously brings out the color in your eyes." She says.
We hop in the car and head home. Home. This isn't home, not yet. Home is still Wisconsin.
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My Life is a Silent Hurricane
Teen FictionFor Storm Grey, her name seems to fit the description of her and her life. Acting the part of a tough teen, all hipster clothes, spikes, leather, and black, she acts tough, carefree, and easy-going. But in reality, she's silently screaming for help...
