As Claire stomped in her American Eagle pumps towards the Block Mansion, she thought she heard a techno beat in her head. It powered her on, like when she marched with the Pretty Commitee in to the Mall, keeping step to a song. But today the song was her own, a song of what she longed to have. "Shoes." she said, robotically. "Shoes."
"Shoes!" squealed Massie, when Claire, her best friend, came in to her room. Massie was seated on her huge bed, surrounded by purple shoes. Claire was overwhelmed by the very sight of them. "Oh My God!!! Shoes!" she said, taking one to hug. The girls were very joyful. Suddenly, Massie had an idea.
"Let's get some shoes!" she said, phoning Alicia. Claire was reminded of her own parents' refusal to get her a phone, and decided that she better buy herself a decent present.
"Let's get some shoes." repeated a hyperactive Alicia.
"Let's get some shoes!" said Dylan through the speaker, letting out an excited burp.
"Let's get some shoes." said Massie coolly, to Isaac the driver. He knew exactly where to take her. The car was headed towards the Westchester Mall.
When they got to the mall, the rest of the group was already there, obviously thinking firmly about the goal of today's shopping trip.
"Shoes!" was Massie's way of greeting them.
"Shoes..." supplemented Alicia, gazing at the Ralph Lauren store.
"Ohmygod, shoes!" said Claire, seriously excited now that she was actually at the mall and near to so many shoes.
"Shoes!" said Dylan, a little slow on the uptake.
By now, they had reached a store, and were raring to go.