Now at the mall, I stood, looking around for a reasonable start to
my trip. Quickly spotting a decent looking store I started my spree.
Luckily, practically no one was there, so I could very easily maneuver threw all the hanging clothes. First, I spotted a dress. I know, I know, you'd think I'd be going for the 'preppy slut' look, but I'd rather be cool&comfy then slutty&uncomfortable. Anyway, the dress was a creme color, it flowed out nicely at the end, was very loose, and had lace over the fabric in the front. If you aren't catching on, it's fairly indie. Next, I scanned the room again, spotting quite a few cute items which i added to my stack. Soon enough, my arms were over flowing and I decided it was about time I changed stores. I walked to the counter, throwing my new clothes onto the glass. The cashier women gave me a smile which I definitely didn't reciprocate. After which, she continued on with her job, saying the things she was forced to say to every customer, finally telling me my total of $124.89. I handed the lady my card, because what else would I do, and in time I got it back.
My next store experience wasn't AS smooth.
Of course, so I didn't look like a loser as per usual, I went to a restroom first and changed into the dress, a black kimono, and booties (I had just bought all of this). Even though I no longer looked the part, I still acted like the loner I am. This is the reason the next stop wasn't as great. I may be a sassy lil' shit, but sometimes, only sometimes, I get flustered when caught off guard. So when a boy, a cute one at that, grabs my elbow to aid me from a graceful trip I almost suffered from as soon as you walk into a store, I can't deny I was like a lava (hot mess (: ) trying to make conversation. But, instead of letting myself stay there stuttering out a thank you, I quickly stood straight and walked to the glasses area, grabbing the circle pair I had came in for. After waiting a few minutes, i turned around, glad to find the floppy haired boy had left. Now to continue my shopping, eh?Finally home from shopping, I waltz to my room, hoping to find a certain little dog. sadly, Minni was no where to be found, okay maybe I was just too lazy to search, but without my companion i had nothing to do but write the first part of my story for english. After which I crashed, hard, glad not to have seen my parents since this morning.
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Teen FictionAn english project says live out a story to write, and an under-appreciated girl says reinvent.