Tiffany is a fifteen year old girl who everyone would expect to have a perfect life. She has a large house, everyone seems to love her, and her dad is Freddie Mercury. So what seems to be the problem?
So everyone this came out of me being bored and...
Sitting on the bench in the mall relieves me because I finally had some time to relax. I had been walking for hours and I now had a numerous amount of bags in my hands. Half of them aren't even mine. But I was generous enough to hold some people's bags from many high brand stores. No I'm not rich. Or at least I don't think I am. Freddie walked over with drinks for all of us.
I'm surprised that a stampede of people didn't attack him at all. He came back safely without a scratch. I grabbed my beverage in a styrofoam cup and took a sip realizing that it was coke. Damn it. I was hoping that it was some form of alcohol, but no. He wouldn't know to get me it because he doesn't know why the champagne is missing when him and Jim aren't home. Besides, what mall sells alcohol? "Alright darlings. We just have to go to one more place and then we can get out of here." He told all of us as we got up from the bench.
We all walked into a store which seemed to be very fancy. Everything looked very expensive. I'm not rich at all. "Ok everyone knows about this except for Tiff, Michael is throwing a house warming party and we were all invited of course. Because what's a party without us? So we all have to pick something out. Ok go." He said. I ran to the women's section immediately as if I was timed to do so. I have to wear a dress. Usually I don't but I'm going to Michael's house. So why not look nice?
Him and I have been good friends for awhile now even though he is twice my age. It's weird to me that besides Britney, most of my friends are adults. I really don't mind though, they're really easy to talk to and have been where I am once. But I will admit, I have always had a little crush on Michael. I remember when I was six and I would look at his twenty one year old self in awe.
Good times. Wish I could go back. I scan through all of these dresses which I could possibly wear and they all didn't stand out to me. I was starting to loose help and considered just going in jeans and a button down shirt. But I can't do that, I'm hanging out with some very prestigious individuals.
I found it. Finally, the only style and color that really suits me. The dress was very short and a royal blue shade. I fell in love with it instantly and I felt that it was my dress. I'm reacting as if this is my wedding dress but it's not.
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I ran over to my dad who was trying on a jacket. "Dad I want this dress I'm in love with it!" I shouted and the entire store probably heard me. Freddie raised an eyebrow. "Um, darling it just looks a bit short. I don't want you to look like a hoe." He admitted. The one thing I really can't stand about my dad is his honesty. All three of my uncles turned of to him and gave him a judging look based on his hypocrisy. I couldn't help but giggle.
"This isn't funny. And fine, I'm sure you'll look alright." He told me. I sighed in relief because I wouldn't see myself in any dress but this one.
What to do with the hair? I ask myself this in front of the mirror as I have on my dress. I just began to comb my hair while still thinking about what to do. I can't do anything to extreme because I'm leaving in five minutes. "Tiff darling! The cab is here it's time to go!" Never mind then. I just tied my hair back to the nape of my neck and let the largeness of my curly hair express itself.
