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Chapter 8:

"I've stood at the bottom of some walls, I thought I couldn't climb. I felt like Cinderella at the ball, just running out of time.", I hear my iPhone go off with my new ring tone of Carrie Underwood's song Crazy Dreams, "So I know how it feels, to be afraid, and think that it's all gonna slip away. Hold on, Hold on."

The ring tone goes on for about three minutes before I decide to drag my body out of the surprisingly very comfortable hotel bed, and answer the phone. "Hello?" I answer the phone, "Oh hey Annabelle."

I run faster than I ever had before to my suitcase, throwing on my clothes, and to think of it I could not really run that fast before, strange. I tug on my black

High-top converse and run out to the elevator, down the steps and out in front of the hotel to where Annabelle parked. I stopped in amazement in front of the Black and white striped Chevrolet Camaro SS, the 1969 model to be exact. My jaw drops open and Annabelle says sticking her head out the window, "Isn't she amazing?"

I was so dumbfounded and stunned that I could not speak, so I just nodded my head. Annabelle laughs and leans over to open the door, "Come-on get-in!"

I grab the door handle and get in, cream leather seats, classy. Annabelle pops in a mixed CD, and the first song on it was 'Break Your Heart' Featuring Ludacris by Taio Cruz. Annabelle revved the engine then takes off out of the parking lot and looks at me with a serious, yet mischievous smile, "Can you guess what model it is?"

"1969 Chevrolet Camaro SS with leather interior." I confidently say, maybe all those years with my dad in the garage fixing up the muscle cars, Sports cars, and your everyday rift raft of mini vans that would come in my dads workshop, is finally paying off.

"You're good." She says raising her eyebrow, "How do you know so much?"

"Oh, my dad has an auto shop back home and I always help him fix them up." I say with the most southern accent I have had in months. I flash back to my past years in first grade with my friend Brandi we were the most southern girls ever, only I was the one who was laid-back about dressing up the part of a cowgirl. Brandi would always wear her plaid cowgirl shirt, jeans, and pink-top boots to school. I on the other hand would wear my converse, jeans, and Fox T-shirt.

"I did not know that about you." Annabelle says watching the traffic, "and I also didn't know you had such an intense southern accent."

"Well I haven't really used it since my stupid ex-boyfriend dumped me for some random blonde cheerleader he saw at a football game." I say in my southern accent again.

Annabelle and I reminisce over our ex-boyfriends and friends who broke our trust. When Annabelle stopped talking about her ex by the name of Marcus, we were idly sitting in front of the mall. The mall was HUGE with two floors; I could not imagine how many stores must have been in there.

"You going to get out at anytime soon?" says Annabelle shaking her keys in my face outside of the car door. I reluctantly force myself out of the car and grab my purse.

"So, what store are we going to first?" I say looking at Annabelle.

Annabelle looks around the mall and says, "Well we should check out Hollister. I heard they have the new summer line in."

"That sounds fantastic!" I say while we walk to the big store entrance. We look around for an hour in Hollister at the shirts, skirts, dresses, jeans, and beach bags. I bought a floral print skirt with a bright orange blouse, it seems as if Leilah took control over my body; shopping for me. In every store all I could think was, I hope I find the perfect sundress.

"Well here is the final store," Says Annabelle with and enthusiastic grin, "I hope we find that dress you've been looking for."

The store was American eagle; I would always shop in this store back in Oklahoma. I look over to the dresses and sitting there right by the t-shirts is a light baby blue dress, perfect for the beach. I need to go to one at some point; I mean come on its California for crying-out-loud!

I snatch the dress, run to the counter and paid for it. Ana, my new nickname for Annabelle, and I walk, well more like limp to the car outside of the mall. It was two when we left, and the Chevy's paintjob shined bright in the sun, so bright that I was happy I bought these black and white 90s or 80s style sunglasses.

My phone vibrates and I see the name 'Justin Bieber' come up on the screen; it was a text message, 'Hey, meet me behind the hotel at 7 today?"

I text back, 'Okay, see you then.'

Annabelle looks at me, "Who is it?"

"Ana," I frown uncomfortably, "I need to tell you something."

I get in the Chevy followed by Annabelle; I turn to face her after shutting the passenger side door and asking her to roll up the windows, "You know Justin Bieber, right?"

No answer, she only nodded her head.

"I went on a date with him last night." I pronounce in despair.

I braced myself for the worst but Ana just looked and smiled, "I did not know that! What did he ask?"

"He basically told me to meet him behind the hotel at seven." I say, "But I have no clue what he has in plan."

"Well it's only five-forty, so we have time to look in a few more stores…" She says dragging off her sentence; then continues while starting the car, "I know just the store! I even know a place where we can go to get your hair fixed!"

We drive for five miles up to a small store, Ana wanted to take me to the store so bad that I did not even have time to look at the sign. Everything was at a reasonable price range; Ana must have grabbed multiple outfits because it took her thirty minuets. I probably tried on about thirty or fifty different things until Ana cheers, "That's it. That's the one!"

It was a white shirt with a light purple sequined and designed tank over it, jeans, and silver ballet flats. Ana looked over the outfit five times then finally walked over to the jewelry hanging on the wall. She grabbed this beautiful white necklace with what looked like a metal sand dollar and two normal seashell charms hanging off it.

Ana holds it up to the outfit then exclaims, "That's what it was missing!"

Ana sends me back to the dressing room; I change back into what I was wearing in the first place. Then I nicely fold the clothes I had on and carried them out of the room.

Ana takes them out of my hands, "I'll pay for it."

After grabbing the shopping bag, I noticed Ana must have selected a bracelet and earrings to go with it. Ana shoves me into the car and we drive up to this beautiful white house. I look over to the big fenced in area of grass with horse stables; then I saw her, a mare, she was beautiful then I looked over to the left side of her muzzle and there it was. The lighting bolt made a shocking look to the mare, she looked graceful but like she could kick your but in a race, even if you were driving a mustang.

"Welcome to my house," says Annabelle petting Charger, "My mom is a professional hairstylist. I know she will make your hair look beautiful!"

Annabelle drags me into the guest room to change into the clothes and jewelry she picked out. I get dressed and look at my iPhone, "Five fifty-five."

I come out and it only took Ana's mom five seconds to decide what to do with my hair. I looked in the mirror she had pulled it up into an awesome ponytail; I looked down from the ponytail to the whole outfit. I looked like a rock star. Before Ana and me left I hugged her mother and told her thank you, I Must have been crying because Ana joined in.

A few minutes at six-thirty Annabelle pulls up in front of the hotel she yells, "Good luck!"

As I watch Ana drive off I wonder what Justin had in mind for at seven o'clock.


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