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In the end decided on a Minnie Mouse costume, I mean, sure it wasn't too different from Mickey Mouse but I thought being Minnie Mouse was a cute idea, so I had just bought the gloves, the ears with the bow in the center, and a pair of black thigh high socks and we were finally finished in The Costume Warehouse. "Hey guys this dress is perfect for my Betty Boop costume!" Cali exclaimed as she ran up to a short, bright red dress that hung inside Charlotte Russe. "Yeah, it's really cute" I said running my hand over a few of the dresses that hung on the rack next to it. "And this one would be perfect for my costume" I said, picking up a red skater dress and looking over at Brook as she clicked at the keys on her phone, a huge smile spread across her …show more content…
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"you're texting Isaac aren't you?" I asked in a sing-song voice with a smirk etched on my face "no..." she trailed off locking her phone and putting it back in her pocket "liar" Cali teased as she brought one of the dresses down from the rack "shut up California" Brooklyn sneered "don't use my full name!" Cali groaned causing Brooklyn and I to laugh as we all walked to the dressing rooms. "It's perfect!" I heard Cali call out from inside the dressing room beside me "same here!" I called back changing back into my regular clothes and walking back out with Brook and Cali to actually buy the dresses. As the three of us walked out the store with our backpack slung over our shoulders we heard a hell from behind us "hey! Shouldn't you three be in school!" What turned out to be a security guard yelled from behind us as he hastily started to speed walk towards us "shit" the three of us mumbled in unison as we bolted off into the opposite direction "hey you three!, stop!, come back here!" He yelled as he ran after us. "this way!" I yelled knocking over a rack bouncy balls that were on display in front of the Toy's R' Us causing the guard to stumble over a couple of them, and as we finally had the doors in sight I ran into
someone who I was frankly starting to get tired of "not now Justin" I said through clenched teeth as Paul Blart started to gain on us "but-" he started "we gotta go!" Brooklyn rushed grabbing my wrist and pulling Cali and I to her car "come on Brooklyn hurry your slow ass up, he's coming!" Cali yelled at her "ok!" Brook snapped unlocking her car with the remote causing the three of us to hastily jump in the newly started car. "Go! Go! Go!" Cali rushed as Brooklyn whipped out of the parking space and blazed through the parking lot. When we got onto the main roads, out breathing heavy we all broke into fits of laughter "d-dude that was so... ama-amazing" Brooklyn breathed in between fits of laughter "s-s-s-seriously" Cali agreed her laughter interrupting her sentence. as I cracked up along with them my phone started to ring I looked as I stared down at the caller ID Cali peeked over my shoulder a bit "who is it?" She asked poking my cheek "Justin" I said pressing the decline button "why's you decline it?" Cali asked the two of them giving me a weird look "because..." I said rolling my eyes and looking out the window "becau-" Brooklyn was cut off by my phone's ringtone causing me to roll my eyes "what Justin?" I snapped when I pressed the answer button "why were you running?" he asked me "does it matter Justin?" I asked him, annoyance dripping off my words "no but I did want to know if you were going to Cali Cruz's party?" he asked softly obviously hurt by my harsh tone against him "yeah but any way I have to go, I'll probably just see you later" I said in a 'duh' tone, hanging up on him immediately
She quickly finished cleaning and went to bed to get some rest, as she lay in bed she turned on her phone and could see that her social media accounts were blowing up with the search for the mystery senior that had Tristan going crazy. The minute that he posted a tweet that said he had her cap almost everyone in the entire school had replied saying it was theirs. This made Armani laugh and thinking nothing of it she replied with a comment “wonder who’s” with that she went to
Queenie is confronted by Lengel at the check-out counter for the way they are dressed which causes her and the others to blush. In responds to this she says "We weren’t doing any shopping. We just came in for the one thing." Lengel still tells them that they aren’t decently dressed and cause a big embarrassing scene for the girls. Queenie stands up for them by saying "We are decent,".
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What they did not realize was that they were making both employees and the store’s other customers uncomfortable with their appearance by the comment from one of the cashiers “Oh Daddy, I feel so faint” (150). The narrator, Sammy, quickly gave each girl a nickname in his mind and calls them “Queenie and Plaid and Big Tall Goony-Goony”(150). “Queenie” lead the pack, showing the other two girls how to walk in the store, head held high, body straight. “She had talked the other two into coming in here with her, and now she was showing them how to do it, walk slow and hold yourself straight” (149). The other two girls appeared to be more uncomfortable walking around the store in just their swim suit. The leader, “Queenie” most likely enjoyed the attention she and her friends were receiving from the people in the store considering she came in with the straps of her suit down below her shoulders. When Lengel, the store manager, saw and confronted them, they got embarrassed and tried to tell Lengel that they are wearing decent clothing. The girls were no doubt more embarrassed about being confronted than they were about what they were wearing when even Sammy “began to feel sorry for them” (150). With the employees and other customers watching the encounter, the girls quickly left the store after they paid for the snack with hopefully a
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would wear to her ball. With the dress picked I moved on to accessories. With just three
“Well, darling are you going to sing?” She asks, with a bitter smirk. I look at the crowd, Alya grins at me. I glare at her. Well, are ya? She mouths. I look down at my red dress and grin. I’ll give them a show to
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