So, today Claire insisted that the Pretty Committee get gifts for each other. And Layne. Ugh!!!! That's why I'm at the strip mall across the street from Briarwood. I'm in public and I suddenly had an extra tube of Glossip Girl's limited Swirl Gloss, Peppermint Pretty to make me at least a 9.3. I'm barely pulling a nine. You can't blame a girl in Juicy sweats and a green knit sweater, though.
I'm deciding if I'm getting her man pants or glow in the dark Slim Jims mini-poster.
I rolled my eyes, then went for the option that actually exists.
As I headed towards Riley's Fashion, ( the boutique where knee-socks and brown tie-dye t-shirts are appearently " IN")
Perfect for Layne. I passed Spencer's Gifts, where in the window was some kind of NERF gun. A huge crowd of fifth and fourth graders stood in between me and Riley's.
"Ehma-annoying!!!" I shreiked in annoyance. " Uh, ex-cuuuuusssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee MEEEEEE?????"
The boys still pressed their noses against the window and shouting and laughing and gasping.
The smallest one had a HUGE extra-large Mountain Dew from the 7-11 down the block. He was near me.
As I moved, I noticed the way my new white leather Kate Spade New York crossbody bag swung with me.
I tapped the boy on the shoulder.
" Excuse me?? May I get through??''
I tapped again.
"UH, Hello??? Can I get through???"
"EXCUSE ME???"
I lost it.
" EHMAGAWD!!!! MOVE IT!!! CAN I GET THROUGH!!!???!!" My voice seethed with rage.
The kid turned quickly, with is soda an- SPLAT!!! His green soda splashed my bag. The only part of my outfit that was a ten.
" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"MY NEW BAG!!!" I wailed loudly. I glared at the boy. "I'm so sorry Mass-..."
"Shut up, twerp!!! You just soaked my new KATE SPADE!!! A KATE SPADE BAG!!!'
I stormed away, walking towards the Range Rover. Some boy with shaggy dirty blonde hair suppressed a laugh. I whipped around and glared.
" Shut up!!! Go an...."
I ate my words. Derrington.
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