"So what do ya wanna do," Piaa asked.
"I don't know I picked yesterday, it's your turn," Naila replied, clearly bored with the idea of another walk through the only national park.
Almost every day after school Naila would go walking somewhere with Piaa, but after the sixth walk through Stangoff National Park they had both gotten a bit bored with the idea.
"I know!," Piaa practically jumped out of her seat.
"Let's go shopping!", her thick golden-yellow curls bouncing as she bobbed with excitement.
Ever since they were little Piaa always had a thing for shopping, for her it was so easy. She fit the same size 6 in every shop, brand, style and cut. It was almost frustrating for Naila; who fit a size 8 in most tops and a 10 to a 12 in pants because of her unusually long legs.
The girls both had very different clothing styles from a young age. Piaa loving the quality and brand of something over the comfort, like today she was wearing a cropped white tube top pared with washed baby pink skinny jeans and a mini Louis Vuitton backpack. Her hair styled into a half up bun with the remaining hair flowing over her back all the way to her hips.
Whereas Naila, being late, showed up at school in an oversized red sweatshirt and loose green camo cargo pants, with her signature slick Ariana style high ponytail showing off her mid thigh length black shiny hair.
"Come on!" Piaa yelled from up the main road.
One thing that Clivebree was famous for was its Main Street. Even though it wasn't a huge area it was heavily populated; meaning it had the best shops and malls.
"Can we stop in here?" Naila yelled at Piaa who was two shops up the road already.
"Alright," Piaa says back, already running back up the path in her platform sneakers.
As they walked through the big pink doors of Peter Alexander Piaa started to get overexcited. Naila followed as she ran to the racks up the back of the shop, containing blue silk cloud pijamas.
Piaa snatched a size six off the bottom rack and turned to Naila, "let's get matching ones".
"Alright"
The girls left the shop each carrying a pink shopping bag.
"Hey Nai, there's a school dance tomorrow night, do you wanna go?"
"Um, is that even a question?" Said Naila excitedly.
Naila did 6 years of dancing classes as a child from the ages of 6-12 but stopped so she could develope her own style. Still she goes to the studio to practice once a week.
"Yaayy," Piaa squealed.
"Wait. What do I wear." Naila stops walking while asking.
"Its 80's themed I think" Piaa replied
"Okay, guess we will have to recycle some old clothes " Naila says while walking into her favourite store; FACTORIE.
"Not again," Piaa whines from beside her.
"Yes... we can go into Chanel after" Naila bribes.
"Deal"
"Hey Chrissy" Naila says to the lady behind the counter, who looked to be in her early twenties.
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The Boy Over the Fence
Ficção Adolescente"You've really changed" He's set your heart on fire, But you don't see the flames burning everyone around you. "We used to be so close" "Things change" HE changed you.
