"I cannot... believe....we are in Jail"
Zsa said slumping against the cold hard cell wall
"HEY"! I screamed "let us out of here!"
I banged on the jail cell with my fist, attracting the attention of the security guard.
"Look Ma'am, I'm not going to tell you again, to have a seat." The security guard said
"You wouldn't have to keep telling me to have a seat if you would just let us out. We didn't even do anything wrong!" I screamed
The security looked over a folder in his hand, making a smirk before looking back at us in the cell.
"OK, so jumping on a security guards back and then smacking him around with a purse, isn't doing anything wrong? " He said
I paused to think back to the incident in the store from this morning.
"Oh my gawd can you come on!" I shouted to my best friend Zsa from the other side of the changing curtain.
We were at the town mall looking to find a new first day of school outfit. It was finally our senior year of high school and we were determined to come dressed our best for our last first day.
"I'm starving and you're taking forever to try on ONE freaking shirt! If you don't come on." I yelled
"Excusseee mee!!" He screeched as he pulled back the curtain.
"To look like this" He pointed to his body
"Takes time, I mean hello, Beyoncé didn't Just wake up flawless."
He said as he rolled his neck.
"I know your not comparing yourself to Beyoncé and no actually I think she does because ..I mean she did say that... " I said
"Well all I'm saying is If you got it why not flaunt it" Zsa said
He started dancing and singing
"All THE PEOPLE SAY, I LOOK SO GOOD TONIGHT..GOT DAMN ,GOT DAMN "
I rolled my eyes and turned around.
Zsa and I had been best friends since elementary school. He was the first boy I knew that could rock a pink boa and cowboy boots at the same time. He was also the first person to speak to me when I moved to Maryland. I could never forget sitting at my desk alone for weeks because nobody wanted to sit next to the girl the awkward girl who barely talks till one day this child with a full denim outfit and sunglasses on in the fifth grade, I mean he looked like a superstar.
Today though he had his hair dyed red, wearing a jean jacket with a crop top underneath that read "I have arrived" with red pants to match. One thing I can always say Zsa is always the best dressed in the room. He just takes forever to shop. I loved he didn't care what anybody thought, he was always just being himself.
"Oh my gawd Look at this shirt" I screamed
"This shirt screams me, it screams officially a senior which means I'm basically an adult, this shirts screa-
"It screams to damn expensive" Zsa turned the price tag to me
I looked at the price tag : $170
" No freaking way, I looked at Zsa and tossed the shirt back on the rack like it burned my hand
Do you know what I could do with 170 dollars?" I screeched
"I could buy a bunch of shirts from the dollar store, put a random logo on it and call it high fashion, then go hit up the MGM with the other $100 and flip it then come out with $500." I said turning to Zsa
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