Hey everyone! I finally got around to making a chapter. It's kind of short, though - I had a writers block. :/
Chapter 2 || Are you buying my affection?
Hatchin had fell asleep about 20 minutes into the car ride, and a sudden halt brought her slumber to an end. She wiped her mouth with her bare arm, and stretched silently. Looking out the window, she saw that they had parked outside a store – a shopping mall, that is. It seemed like she had just woke up in time, because Jules and Miranda were still in the car and did not even step a foot outside. Hatchin was greatly relieved she didn't have to cause any trouble with her sleeping.
"Um, where...are we?" Hatchin whispered, in a sleepy tone. Miranda turned gracefully to her newly adopted child. "San Parasio Mall – I need to get some groceries before we go home. Our house isn't that far away from here, either." She grinned, and unbuckled her seatbelt. Hatchin almost was about to say, "Ok", when something hit her – do you shop for groceries at a mall? Usually these types of malls only sell clothes and leisure items. Soon after the thought Hatchin realized how silly she was being about the matter, and shrugged it off. Unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the car door, she caught up with Miranda as they walked toward the shopping plaza.
"Jules isn't coming with us?" Hatchin implied. Turning to Hatchin, Miranda shrugged. "No, he usually doesn't go to these things." She chuckled, "He's more of an anti-social person." Hatchin adsorbed the words, and continued walking with Miranda. She was very curious to of what her new mother was going to get, and childishly she fantasized to herself that Miranda would surprise her and buy her something – but she destroyed that thought along with her anxiety.
Spontaneously, Miranda asked questions at random. Most of them didn't make sense to Hatchin, and some of them she couldn't hear since the atmosphere was crowded with many different people – clamming about and carrying various items. Most spoke different languages, and almost every person she passed by looked rich. Glancing subtly at Miranda, Hatchin wondered what sort of person Miranda really was. Would she ever find out sooner or later? And when she did find out, what are the odd's this orphan actually stays with a family this time?
Soon after the 15 minute walk (that Hatchin couldn't get over thinking was pointless), they reached a small store cramped with boxes and crates of clothes. The woman who ran the checkout was heavyset and had braided orange-brown hair, which she was twisting, waiting for customers. When they both walked in, the woman didn't seem all that enthused. People probably aren't satisfied with the merchandise. Hatchin thought. Looking up at Miranda, Hatchin pondered what the lady really saw in the store. Before Hatchin had a change to look away, Miranda caught her gaze. "What size do you think this girl can fit?" Miranda asked, not looking at the woman, but moreover at the walls in the store. The woman took a quick glance at Hatchin, and rolled her eyes. "Maybe a 4? The section for 4's are in that box over there." The woman pointed to a cardboard box with a bunch of outfits stuffed in. Miranda walked over, and Hatchin followed.
"I kind of wanted to get some new clothes." Miranda grinned. "You need to fill that big closet we prepared for you." She patted Hatchin's back, and peered through the box. "Shall we start looking?"