After we are finish having lunch, Leila takes me shopping for clothes. I don't like taking things from people, and it doesn't help that everything here is so expensive but she insists that I get whatever I want.
"My parents own all these stores", she beams. I'm guessing that explains why the staff at the stores all call her Ms. Dale.
She gets about twenty different suits of clothes from the five stores altogether. I, on the other hand, still haven't picked anything out.
"What's the matter?", she asks with curiosity on her face.
"Oh, nothing. This just isn't who I am. I'm not used to all these luxurious clothes. I mean, three hundred dollars for one dress? That's ridiculous!"
She looks hurt for a second, but her expression changes just as soon as it comes.
"When you're filthy rich, you don't put a price on happiness. If clothes is what makes you happy, then you'll spend any amount to get it."
I don't say anything to that because that's probably something her parents drilled into her since she was a baby. Who am I to tell her that material things only bring you temporary happiness?
"Umm, clothes don't make me happy, dancing does", I say under my breath.
I don't realize that she hears what I say until a few minutes later when she says, "Okay, since clothes make me happy and dancing makes you happy, why don't we go to a store to get dance wear?"
"That's actually a good idea", I say, thinking that she's really nice. I mean, what kind of person compromises the things that each other loves to ensure we're both happy? Leila does. She seems like a great friend after all, and my judgement aren't usually wrong.
We go to a Capezio store and I pick out three leotards, two tights and a new black pointe shoes, since I've always wanted one that isn't pink. Leila on the other hand, takes so many stuff, I lose count after thirty. She pays for them with her credit card, and we are off to a children's store across the street.
The store is a very expensive one, you can tell only upperclassmen are able to shop here. With all these expensive stuff, people like me can't afford to shop at Belle at all.
"What are we doing here? Do you have a little brother or sister?"
"Oh, don't be silly, I'm an only child. I just want to buy an extra special birthday present for Brynn, Brent's sister because I totally forgot today is her birthday."
"Aw, that's sweet."
"How long have you and Brent been going out?"
"Well, I actually don't know. We've known each other since we were little and I've just always been his and he's always been mine."
"Aw that's really sweet", I say, despite the jealousy creeping into my thoughts.
"Yeah, I know."
She ends up buying a pink baby doll dress, with matching shoes, a bracelet and a neckless. When I see the price, I almost have a fit.
"Wow! A thousand dollars for this? That's a lot of money for a suit of clothes for a ten year old."
"She's practically family. Nothing but the best for my Brynny Bunny", she says with great pride. "By the way, how did you know her age?"
"Oh, I overheard when you asked Brent her age."
We go back to the limo in silence and she tells Charles to drop her off at Brent's house and to take me back to school.
"Later bestie", she says as she steps out of the car.
"Bye Leila, and thanks for everything and today in general."
She flashes her pearly whites and Charles closes the door. He goes back into the driver's seat, and soon, we're off again. In no time, I'm back home at the Winter Dance Academy again.
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River Dancer
Teen FictionAll River Daniels ever wanted to do was dance. She never saw herself not being a dancer. When she is accepted to Winter Dance Academy, one of the most prestigious dance schools in the country, she doesn't hesitate one bit about going there. She is s...
