Willow Ridge Descriptive Writing

“I can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head “I still can’t believe that everything worked out in our favor.”
Samaya groaned. “For the fifth, and final time — believe it. If I were in Crimson Heights right now, I wouldn’t be wasting the last days of summer stuffing myself into this plaid napkin you call a skirt.”
As I contemplated the unforeseen auspiciousness of my reunion with my best friends, I settled into the spongy sofa at Dorothea’s Darling Boutique. Though more of a clubhouse for trendy housewives than an upscale specialty shop, Dorothea catered to the exacting tastes of Willow Ridge’s aspiring and flourishing fashion aficionadas. A frazzled, yet content Dorothea scurried about with six sweater dresses draped across each arm and four hangers with fitted blouses and khakis in each hand, as a spirited string and flute melody from the gramophone on the counter drifted across the busy salon. The lively and attentive storekeeper flitted among ten clusters of women with children as they compiled their daughters’ wardrobes for the upcoming school year.
With the lithe cross of my slender, brown legs, I awaited the emergence of either of my friends from their stalls. From the furthest

maroon-curtained booth, Chloe James hummed a cheery tune while Samaya Lewis grumbled what resembled profanities in the adjacent room. Clamping my lips together with the tenacity of jeweler’s vise, I fought to refrain from giggling at their divergent reactions to school shopping.
Leaning forward, I reminded Samaya that we couldn’t leave until she selected and purchased three weeks worth of uniform attire for school. “And as I recall, your mother and aunt explicitly instructed us not to allow you to leave the store without three skirts.”
Though Samaya didn’t reply, I took the rough jangle of hangers and an increase in her muttering as receipt of my message. Returning to my comfortable seat on Dorothea’s inelegant lilac settee, I quietly agreed with Samaya as she and Chloe created a presentable school wardrobe. Two months ago, none of this would have happened. I smoothed the hem of my twill skirt as memories from that summer and the life-altering events that resulted in our unlikely trio found their place in my thoughts.
Our journey began when Samaya and I unearthed a mysterious book at the old Baptist Church in June.

Upon consulting Chloe about said book, we learned that it requested our acceptance of a mission. Samaya and I had a disastrous fight, the result of which estranged us for the majority of July. Thankfully, Chloe reunited us at the end of the month, and we concluded the summer by spending the first two weeks of August reconciling and deepening our bonds from the month of June, while also agreeing to work on the aforementioned book. Although the whole ordeal sounded ridiculously melodramatic, riddled with perplexing girly complications, I suspect the mere task of accepting a quest to destroy evil using a magical book would drive most people to behave more theatrical than

normal.