Disclaimer: I do not own Massie Block, the Pretty Committee, any designer brands used unless specified otherwise, or the concept of the mall or contest.
This is my first entry for avatarjk137's challenge, "A Winner Is You!". To read more about it, go to his forum. This is my entry, using the character of Massie Block from Lisi Harrison's The Clique novels.
Massie Block made sure to swing her hips a little bit while she walked. Not enough to be slutty – just enough to show off the way her new ultra-faded denim mini minimized her hips (Not that I need that) and hugged her butt without looking tight at the same time. And over her metallic silver leggings? The Pretty Committee was right; this outfit is a true hit. She stopped in front of Gap. But only to use the store window as a mirror of course, because she would have had to be high on something really good to ever buy something from there. She finger combed her glossy brunette bob and admired the gray cashmere short-sleeved hoodie she had over a long-sleeved Stella McCartney white tee. Once she was done, she continued her walk down the empty, white marble corridor of the first floor of the comically oversized mall. She put on her best apathetic model stare, but deep inside she had to admit that she was pretty excited. Not because she was fighting in the tournament. That fact had basically slipped her mind. She was filled with nervous energy because she was in the biggest mall in the world. There was no telling what endless 'shopportunites' awaited. She had only trekked through half of the first floor, which alone took her fifteen minutes – and she wasn't even wearing heels. She had already seen some of her favorite shops. No doubt there would be every one on her list in this mall, and probably some funky foreign shops or brand new places. This is ah-mazing!! Thank GAWD I remembered my credit cards. I'll probably have plenty of time to shop, too. What am I here for again? Oh right, fighting or something. Oh well, I'll just make it apparent before things even get started that I don't want to fight. I'll still be in the mall even if I lose. Maybe if it's a guy I'll wear my stiletto boots and see if I can get a kick in the shin or balls in. Ehmagawd, there are so many great shops here!! I'll have to get a jet or something and get the Pretty Committee here. Massie whipped out her cell phone to speed dial the Pretty Committee – her best friends. She was their leader, their alpha, not to mention alpha of their entire all-girls school. So it was perfectly sensible that if anyone was going to brave a bunch of super powered weirdos and edible demons for the sake of shopping, it would be her. Still clutching her mobile, she decided this was all too much. She needed a nonfat latte, stat!
She came toward the food court but a Louis Vuitton store caught her eye first. She immediately halted and turned her attention to it, peering inside. Her amber eyes scanned the new bag in this season's collection. I haven't heard about this design yet. This mall must get shipments ahead of time. Alicia's been anticipating this new set like crazy…I'd like to see the look on her face when I arrive back home with that clutch… Slowly Massie put her cell away. Her friends would have to wait.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw some guy in the food court with a baseball cap staring at her intently. As she scoped the edges of the food court for a Starbucks, she made a point of pretending he wasn't there. I'm nawt going to let a bunch of freaks ruin my fun here.
Or the purpose of the contest, for that matter.