Post by Bridgette Riser on Apr 20, 2008 19:08:58 GMT -5
“Mommy, mommy! Can I get this? Please? I need it!”
“Sasha darling, you don’t need it. You’ll survive perfectly without it.”
“No I won’t!”
Bridgette smiled as she walked past a mother and daughter, bickering over a pink & white striped camisole. She remembered those days like the back of her hand. At the local mall back in Pennsylvania, these arguments usually took place inside Aeropostale or American Eagle. But now, Bree was on her own, free to spend whatever on whatever she pleased.
Gingerly, she strolled down the wing, searching for her favorite store: Victoria Secrets. Apparently, she was in dire need of panties and a cute bra. Like the girl didn’t own a million already… When Bridgette spotted the familiar pink store, her pace picked up. The aroma of all the scents hit her at once. “Mmm…” Bridgette hummed, looking past the clothing and to the line. “Oh my God!” She whispered. The line was wrapped around the store. “That’s weird. They must be having a sale of some sort.” Bree thought, glancing around the store. Indeed she was right. Signs were placed everywhere, in all directions indicating of 50% off everything. Just the way Miss Riser liked it.
Instead of waiting in line for an hour, Bridgette headed over to the middle of the mall. There were about five brown, leather couches where customers were allowed to rest. Bridgette made her self at home, as her eyes lurked around the mall. All she saw were a gang of eight grade girls, two old ladies and one middle aged women with seven shopping bags. Bridgette pulled out her cell phone. No missed calls. No new messages. A rush of loneliness went through Bridgette. She needed someone to chat with…
“Sasha darling, you don’t need it. You’ll survive perfectly without it.”
“No I won’t!”
Bridgette smiled as she walked past a mother and daughter, bickering over a pink & white striped camisole. She remembered those days like the back of her hand. At the local mall back in Pennsylvania, these arguments usually took place inside Aeropostale or American Eagle. But now, Bree was on her own, free to spend whatever on whatever she pleased.
Gingerly, she strolled down the wing, searching for her favorite store: Victoria Secrets. Apparently, she was in dire need of panties and a cute bra. Like the girl didn’t own a million already… When Bridgette spotted the familiar pink store, her pace picked up. The aroma of all the scents hit her at once. “Mmm…” Bridgette hummed, looking past the clothing and to the line. “Oh my God!” She whispered. The line was wrapped around the store. “That’s weird. They must be having a sale of some sort.” Bree thought, glancing around the store. Indeed she was right. Signs were placed everywhere, in all directions indicating of 50% off everything. Just the way Miss Riser liked it.
Instead of waiting in line for an hour, Bridgette headed over to the middle of the mall. There were about five brown, leather couches where customers were allowed to rest. Bridgette made her self at home, as her eyes lurked around the mall. All she saw were a gang of eight grade girls, two old ladies and one middle aged women with seven shopping bags. Bridgette pulled out her cell phone. No missed calls. No new messages. A rush of loneliness went through Bridgette. She needed someone to chat with…
