'So you really need a new wardrobe.' Sam looks me up and down as we walk out of the school gates. 'What's wrong with this?' I twirl around jokingly whilst Sam cringes at me. I actually like my style, my whole girl next door vibe helps me stay invisible. 'This is how you get bullied, everyone around here is trying to be the next fashion icon on Instagram and you're here like you are about to go to church with your parents.'
'Fine, where are we going then to turn me into a fashion icon?' I sarcastically remark to Sam's amused face. 'We are going to the best place in this unusual land!' She laughs along side me before making a stop at an enormous warehouse with a neon yellow sign saying ''Fireflies Limited'' Of course, this is where we are. How did I forget that her family manufactures designer clothes?
'Come on then.' Sam drags me inside to reveal shelves and shelves of boxes. All of them have different brand logos on with different codes that makes my head hurt just looking at the vast empire. 'We are going to go to the sample room. They better have a box or two for us.' She leads me past the overwhelming amount of merchandise to a crystal clean room painted white. It is comparatively smaller than the main warehouse space but then at this point I think any room would feel smaller than that universe.
There are more boxes but this time they are neatly placed onto metal tables. 'Alright let's try and find some gems in here.' Sam pulls out a golden pocket knife and starts hacking at boxes like a meticulous serial killer. Where the hell did she get that from? 'Don't you think this is going a little too overboard?'
'I don't know what you are talking about.' Sam looks up from opening them and smiles at my astounded reaction.
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Fireflies and Secrets
Teen Fiction'Everyone loves a love triangle, don't they?' Quirky Evelyn Cartwright thought moving to the quaint town of Saffron Hollow would be an easy fresh start. But when she meets her roommate, the local celebrity Samantha Firefly and her brooding older bro...
