"When you have confidence, you can have a lot of fun. And when you have fun, you can do amazing things." -Joe Namath
MOM SAID WE'RE going shopping, and no one-except for the girls excluding me-was interested.
You see, we're going to a fancy restaurant, again. The really fancy type with swan napkins, multiple utensils, chandeliers, glasses as shiny as diamonds, and all that jazz. This time they didn't oversell anything about it, but they still told us how fancy it was (see how many times fancy is said? I'm sure shopping is required).
We arrived in a mall with its own title 'The Mall at Millenia' which is a mouthful. I don't know whose idea it was, but the girls and guys shouldn't separate. Instead, again, the adults and children separate (have we learned nothing from the last time?).
We're inside Forever 21, boring the guys to death. I think they're just embarrassed that they're in such a girly shop as... you know, men. Not to mention how much Alissa keeps asking if every single dress makes her look fat or chubby or unattractive. She finally settled on a blue dress (our mothers wanted us to match-gross) and practically shoved me into the fitting booth.
"You could just ask me to go in, you know!" I said, closing and locking the door.
Over the door, she handed me about five dresses. "Choose which one makes you look more like Beauty instead of the Beast." A simple 'choose' would suffice.
"Alissa, our mom's said we're supposed to match."
"I know. So?"
"So, you gave me only two blue dresses."
"I thought you didn't want to match, so I gave you two blue ones, a pink one, and two black ones. I don't want to match any more than you do."
It's nice to know she cared 1% of the time. I took off my clothes and tried on one of the black ones, which is so puffy and frilly and itchy.
"Alissa, what were you thinking?"
"What? What is it?" she said, and I could hear her footsteps getting louder and closer, "This black dress you chose makes me look like a half-poodle! I can't even look down at my feet."
"Don't blame the dress, blame your fat," My fat? I'm not fat, right? Right?
I took off the black dress, and took another look at all of the dresses, that I laid on a chair. This was a very spacious dressing room with two chairs, a mirror that has bright bulbs surrounding it, and a coat hanger.
By taking a closer look at the dresses, I can see that one of the blue dresses is even puffier-if that was possible-than the dress I just took off. I sighed and picked up the second black dress, "I hear muffling noises... Are you trying out a dress?"
"No, I'm trying to save Peeta in The Hunger Games," I said sarcastically.
I... can't... breathe...
"This is so... tight."
"That's what he said," she mumbled dirtily. "It's the black dress, isn't it? Just come out and show me." I opened the door and stepped outside of the booth, seeing Alissa trying hard not to laugh, "You look like human sushi."
"And it's your fault," I walked back to the booth awkwardly, closing the door and locking it. I can't even move in this dress, and I have to breath extra hard. I looked at myself in the mirror, and she was right. I do look like human sushi. See, some sushi has a thin black line wrapped around it, and in my case it's a very thin line. The dress has no straps, and it doesn't cover my legs at all. The sides of the waist are even cut off!