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Chapter 2Shopping heals the soulThere comes a point in your life where everything goes wrong. When I say everything I mean everything. It was abnormal for everything in life to go perfectly- at least that's what I found out a month ago. The parties had to stop, the money had to stop. My life had to stop. But I won't let anyone see what's really going on, because like it or not I need to be strong, not just for mum and Sadie but for me. I need to be strong for me. Only for me.
When you look at your own life you reflect on all the things you've learned. The only think I know is my pin number and who wore what at the Oscars. My life wasn't bad exactly. Being invited to all the A-list parties isn't bad; I just never really got myself famous. In wanted to be famous because of my talent, and not because I knew Paris Hilton, who is as dumb, as she seems by the way. I remember the first time I was introduced to her she squealed, "Be my BFF!"
Maybe that was just my forte, I was stubborn, even though I didn't want to admit it, and I was a family girl. That was always my priority. You hurt my family; I'll make you burn out so fast you wouldn't be able to say ow. Which leads me to this, my last night I wanted to spend with my sister.
The pair went shopping, Sadie insisting to pay for the 13 Cds Jude picked out to keep her company in England. Well at least that's where she'll be for the next 2 weeks, learning the routines.
Jude was excited, after all it was a world tour and it would take up a lot of time, and she wasn't sure she'd be back home to September but truly she counted up that if the tour went on until then maybe she'll be able to get her own place and even finish recording her first album, and this would open up doors for her. Her mother didn't get it and since her dad was in jail Jude didn't really care what he thought. Sadie was the only thing that concerned Jude.
Next the two sisters, arm in arm, made a stop at the sports shop.
"Jude Anna Harrison, I said we're going" Sadie pushed Jude –literally- into Sports world. They went up to the dance floor and Jude immediately went to look at the racks of endless dance clothes that hung there.
"What do you need?" Sadie asked, knowing Jude had a list of things she needed to purchase, and she also knew her sister would never actually say anything to anyone. She'd find her own way of paying for the things she needed, that was just Jude being Jude and Sadie knew that and also she felt responsible for Jude's new job and not in a good way either.
"Well, pretty much everything. We'll be going to loads of different countries but I guess summer stuff the most, coz you know it'll get hot. I'll have to get some more shoes and stuff but I'm sure just shorts and tops will be fine." Jude said thoughtfully, mentally adding things to her list, Sadie didn't ask for the whole thing so why should Jude tell her that she'd be getting lots of other stuff. It didn't matter, at least Jude told herself it didn't.
"Okay," Sadie said, took a large buggy and began putting size 8 clothes into it. Jude began to protest but decided against it, after all when Sadie was in her zone, and then it was better not to argue.
"Orange?" Jude laughed as Sadie put a florescent orange costume into the buggy.
"Would you prefer pink?" Sadie pointed out, and shut Jude up altogether.
"What do you think?" Jude asked as she held up a top that would stop at her belly button.
"Well get it in red, coz otherwise it'll look slutty" Sadie said thoughtfully, making Jude laugh.
"What?" Her sister asked defensively.
"Who would've thought YOU thought about something being too slutty" Jude said between giggles, and to her surprise Sadie joined.
That was how the whole time spent inside that shop was, Jude would try something hideous on and they'd laugh till both were on the floor.
This time Sadie made Jude try on a peacock costume, she didn't know why but Jude did. Now she was stuck in the most hideous thing she had ever tried on and her body itched like hell. The only assistant available was a very cute guy.
"Excuse, um my sister is kind of stuck?" Sadie said in-between giggles.
"Define stuck," He said, as if trying to imitate Chuck from gossip girl, which only sent Sadie over the edge more.
"Sadie!" Jude moaned from behind the curtain. "Help." Came out a bit desperate but she didn't care, anything to get out of the suit.
"Oh sis. Guess who I've gotten to help!" Sadie said very seriously.
"A nice lady?"" Jude asked hopefully.
"Nope, Jude meet Billy!" Sadie said, in the most blonde voice she could master.
Jude sent her a glare and smiled sweetly at her sister.
She was stuck in a peacock costume that made her legs look 3 times thinner and on her butt were feathers that rose up so she couldn't sit down. The zip was digging into her side and Jude decided that she'd kill Sadie later on, after all the night was young, and maybe after the killing she could get her sister's yellow Jimmy Choos? Hopefully she would.
"Okay, lets get you out of this" Billy the helper said, ogling Jude's body, which made Jude roll her eyes, and Sadie laugh even harder.
"I'm glad you find this funny" Jude said, the evilness in her voice evident. Noticing this Sadie gulped, and thought of possibilities that Jude could take to kill her, after all if Jude did something like this to her, Sadie would make sure that Jude died a slow and painful death.
After Billy the oggler freed Jude from the hideous peacock costume, and attempted to get Jude's number, she headed to the counter to pay, but Sadie beat her to it.
"I'm paying," She declared firmly, making Jude roll her eyes.
"No I am, I know you don't have much money right now but this job will pay this" Jude motioned at a pile of clothes, and also it will pay for a little more, Jude added in her mind.
"Look Jude, I know you think I don't know exactly what this job is about but I do, and thank you, now I WANT to repay you" Sadie said thoughtfully, trying to think of other stuff Jude will need, after all this is Tommy QUINCY'S tour. Her sister needed to look her best. Which was a great cause to get Jude some evening wardrobe.
"Sades-" Jude stopped as Sadie opened her purse and Jude saw the amount of multicoloured credit cards her sister held in there.
"No." Sadie cut her sister short, and Sadie didn't notice that her sister was in a daze.
"Fine, then I won't kill you" Jude said to Sadie, who smiled at her siter.
"Fine, maybe I'll let you borrow those yellow shoes you like then" Sadie said playfully, knowing that Jude had been after those for a month.
"Borrow? Sheesh I'm taking them!"
And so the war began again.
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Both girls made their way to go get Jude 'formal', well in Jude's mind slutty, clothes. Sadie said that she'd even give Jude her jean skirt that Jude only got to borrow on special occasions so obediently Jude tried everything Sadie gave her on, and she had to admit any guy would've been lucky to have her. Sadie sure did know how to use her magic.
Next Jude decided to actually take Sadie to the makeup department, and they spent lots of money basically getting Jude all new make up, which is silly really because Jude would have to have wallpaper on her face every single show. She had watched Tommy Quincy's 2 tours and this would be his third. She was also forced to borrow all of his CDs from Sadie who kept them by her bedside table like a bible.
Jude had to admit some of his music weren't bad but some of it was just too soppy. She saw that those soppy songs weren't actually written by him, and the good ones he wrote himself. She found that quite interesting. She had skimmed through his bio but didn't really study him, after all why should she? As far as Jude was concerned Tommy Quincy was a womanising, annoying brat who got whatever he wanted. All she had top do was dance in the background and that's it, all she needed was the money and she didn't need friendly ties, or even worse- a relationship.
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The two sisters made their way home on the bus. They were flooded with multiple bags and Jude was quite surprised that Sadie restrained herself from getting anything- which was a first. When they got home both looked up at the home, both thinking the exact same thing.
I don't want to go in.
Inside their mother was home, and in turn they'll be back to feeling guilty and seeing their mother try to get 'over' their father. You see both girls weren't allowed to visit him, and neither really wanted to but still, deep down all three of them knew they wanted to see him, go and check if he's actually alive.
The only problem is not the fact that Victoria said they couldn't but because mentally neither could go on and see him. It was just a bit too hard to think that he was the man that ruined everything; at least that's how Jude saw it. And even though Sadie or her mom would never admit it, so did they.
Jude used to be very close with her father, but since everything happened she had drifted apart most form him. She just excluded herself from him. Jude still had her letter that was left for her with her acoustic but she never did open it, maybe someday she would but that day wasn't coming anytime soon.
The letter was left on her bed that day, but Jude couldn't bring herself to open it. She needed to hate him. He knew she did as well because she was the only one he said goodbye to; in turn she slapped him hard and told him that she didn't ever want to see him again.
"You're not living, till you're living, living with me," Jude sang softly, Shay filling her mind for some peculiar reason. He was another arse in her life. Correction, he WAS in her life.
"What do you say we leg it?" Sadie interrupted.
"Bags?" Jude stated, her head pointing to the mass of bags at both the girls' feet.
"Well we could leave them in the garage?" Sadie said, smiling at her idea.
"Okay, and then go to that-"
"Ice-cream place!" Sadie finished and both girls left the bags in the garage and legged it across the park, laughing and smiling, and most of all making all of their problems seem like butterflies in the sky, free and careless. Not caring about the world.
