Core of My Heart [UNDER EDITING]

Shopping Spree

Kaelynn's P.O.V.

Today Char and I was going shopping with Ciara for new clothes and things to decorate our rooms. Right now, our rooms are pretty much white walls with a closet, bed, and dresser. And we don't have a lot of clothes. At the center, we only had: two beige outfits, a beige pajama set, and a dress for when we go out in public. Pretty much boring. And our old room we shared with this girl who chews on her hair was pretty much the same. Beige. Boring.

Charlize was acting like a bouncy ball downstairs, jumping off the walls. This was a very rare occasion, which means she's excited. She never usually do this anymore, since there was nothing exciting in our lives.

"...I cannot believe we're going shopping! I've never went shopping for actual clothes before!" Charlize said as I entered the kitchen. "Can you believe this, KayKay."

"Nope," I said, sitting down, in a plain tone. "Can't believe it."

She must've didn't notice because she continued to talk. Ciara was cooking breakfast and humming to herself. I kept glancing over at her for some odd reason. There was something about her. I don't know if it's good or bad, but I hated it. I didn't like this feeling. I didn't know what it was, and it's freaking me out a bit.

"You two excited?" Ciara asked, putting our plates down. She had a huge smile on her face, which I quickly looked away from. She was smiling at us. We were never smiled at.

Charlize dazed up at the woman. "Yes! I can't wait!"

My eyes narrowed at the plate in front of us. Chocolate chip pancakes. We never had these. I picked at it with my fork. I don't think it was harmful. Char looked at me, waiting for a head nod or shake. We always do this at a person's house. I taste and she waits. If there was poison or something in the food, I'd rather die than Char.

I slowly cut out a triangle and ate it. It tasted pretty good. Nothing fishy or anything. A head nod was all Char needed before digging in. I've never had any food this good.

Before I knew it, both of our plates were empty, and our bellies full. Ciara smirked at us from washing the dishes. She didn't say anything, though, which I was glad for.

***

"Thank you so much, Ciara!" Charlize thanked as we came out of our third clothing store with hands full of shopping bags.

I had to admit, I was kind of glad we went shopping. It was pretty fun. Looking at all the latest styles and bright colors made me feel girly all of a sudden, which was weird.

"Yeah, thanks," I muttered, my head down to the ground.

"No problem, girls," Ciara responded. "I love doing this! Next, we're going to get things to decorate your rooms. How does that sound?"

"Ah-may-zing!" Charlize sung as we got to Ciara's truck.

The ride to Home Depot was filled with chatter between Char and Ciara. I hated how Char just warmed up to this lady. We've barely known her for a day, and they're just talking away. But I didn't say anything. What could I say? "Don't talk to this stranger anymore, we can't trust her"? Uh, kind've stupid. And jealous-sounding.

We got to the store and went in to choose a paint color for our rooms. I strayed away from them so I couldn't be near that woman. The weird feeling just could not stop when I was around her. So, I went to find my paint color.

My favorite color is orange. I don't know why, but it always been that. Ironic, since my parents died in an orange blaze. I went down an orange-like aisle. All the shades of orange looked amazing, but I couldn't find the right shade. My face scrunched up at a very ugly shade and I looked over it. Come on, come on! Where is is?

Then, I saw it. It was the nost amazing shade I've seen, and I got to have it. "Tangerine," I said to myself, picking up the card. Simple name, beautiful color.

"Hey, Kaelynn? Have you--"

I spun around to see Ciara looking at me. She smiled then came to me, Char right behind her.

"Kaelynn, you scared me a bit. I had no idea where you were! Please, don't sneak away from me like that anymore, okay?"

I tried not to roll my eyes. "I can take care of myself."

"I know that, Kaelynn. Just...please tell me where you are going. I almost hit a guy for being smart with me about losing you."

My eyes flickered to Char, who nodded in agreement. If it was just Ciara alone, I wouldn't have believed her. Again, we've barely known her for A DAY!

"Sorry," I said quietly, not making eye contact with the woman. Just when that feeling left, it was back again.

"It's okay. Now, have you picked out your color?"

***

"That was so much fun, Ciara!" Char said, jumping in the house. She had some bags on her arms filled with her clothes.

"I'm glad you thought so!" Ciara's eyes brightened.

"It was...nice," I said, carrying my bags up to my room. I tossed them on the bed, then went back down to get the rest.

"...You don't understand, Ciara," I heard my little sister say.

"What do you mean? It's true! She does not like me!"

I stopped in the hallway and listened to the conversation that was happening in the living room. Obviously, they're talking about me.

"Yeah, she does. You'll just have to make her warm up to you. She's had it bad. Not a good life."

"I know, I know. You did too, but you actually talk to me. Kaelynn gives me short, blunt answers. Did I do anything wrong?"

"No, because we just met you! I like you, a lot! But, KayKay just has problems with trusting people. And, if you can do things that'll make KayKay know you're not a bad person, she'll trust and like you!"

There was a moment of silence, which was when I decided to walk into the living room. Ciara gave me a nervous look while Char gave me a small smile. I continued to walk to Ciara's truck and get the rest of my bags. I didn't like the fact that she was talking about me behind my back, so that was added onto my list of reasons NOT to trust her. She was really making it hard on herself to get me to like her.

A/N: Examples of outfits