Yippee-kay-yo-kay-yay (or however you spell it)! *Fifteen*! Although I must admit that some of you cheated (naughty, naughty). But at least you are keepin' me on my toes. By the way, next time I ask for reviews, I'll ask for *nice* ones. But, whoo-hoo! As promised, here is Chapter Six. I *do* hope you enjoy it (and tell me so).
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Chapter Six: An Experience in the Mall
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_Stop *lookin'* at me like that,_ Greta thought in Evan's direction. They were on their way to the mall, another place Greta had little knowledge of. They were walking, because, apparently, Evan was not old enough to have a driver's license (Note to readers: I'm assuming that Evan's fifteen, okay?). Greta was having no problem with the lack of transportation (it wasn't like she had been on the bus much or anything), but Evan seemed pretty annoyed, and was constantly cursing the pain in his feet under his breath.
"What I would give for my skateboard right now..." she heard him murmur.
_There ya are, Greta. Back in the ol' habits. Puttin' people outta their way for you. You *coulda* just stayed home, but noooooooo....you had to drag ol' *Spyke* here out justa buy you clothes._
They mounted the top of a small hill, and the mall came into view. They halted in their steps at the same time. Greta saw Evan looking at her again out of the corner of her eye, so she tried to keep her focus elsewhere.
This neighborhood was so...suburban. Greta was surprised at how far-apart everything was; everything in the city had been rather cramped, and Greta had been used to it. Open space was an altogether new idea.
Walking towards the mall again, she eyed the parking lot suspiciously. Yup. The mall was jam-packed.
"It's Saturday, everyone's gotta be at the mall," said Evan, voicing her thoughts.
"Yeah," she said, and that was the end of their conversation...
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...until they reached the mall, of course. Evan watched Greta shrink in stature as they walked through the door. All of a sudden, it was dim, and there was a great deal of noise. They both blinked as their eyes adjusted to the light in the busy mall.
"So, where do you want to go first?" he asked her cheerfully. He couldn't stand to see her - someone - this scared. The only response was a shrug. Not to be discouraged, Evan pressed on. "How about a snack? Have you had lunch yet?" She shook her head slightly.
"Haven't had lunch yet, but...I'm not hungry," came the barely-audible reply.
"Well, come on." He waved her towards the first clothing store on their right. "Let's go shop."
Not without trepidation, Greta entered the store. It was a lot brighter inside the store than it was in the main mall. She blinked, and stopped for a minute, listening to the conversations around her.
"Honey, that outfit makes you look like a tramp. I'm not buying it for you."
"Mo-om, it's just cut a half-an-inch lower than *your* shirt-"
"Do you think this would go better with the red or the white? I don't-"
"Do you think Johnny likes me? I was flirting with him today, but-"
"OhmyGod! Pink is *so* my color! I should buy it-"
"Ugh, I look so bloated! I am *not* buying *this.*" A ridiculously thin girl was examining her figure in a mirror Greta's left.
Greta looked back to Evan. His forward personality seemed a bit stymied in this all-girl's store, but as she watched, he bit his lip, a resolute expression passing over his face. He looked back at her, then waved her over to the first clothing-rack on his right.
"This'll probably fit you! Hmm, looks like a size-" he looked at the tag on a pair of jeans he had picked up. "Whoa, *three.* Welp, here you go!" He handed her the hanger, and she held the jeans away from herself, looking at them in mild disdain. "You're gonna have to try on *everything* until we narrow this down to an *art* (and believe me, that's gonna take awhile)." There was a mischievous grin on his face. "Be prepared to be holding a *lot* of clothes."
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Three stores, and one hour later...
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_The crowd must be gettin' to me._ Greta wiped a cold sweat from her brow. _Or somethin' like that..._ She looked over to the rack behind which Evan had last been seen, and realized the room was getting blurry. _What the-_ She felt her fingers go slack, and her shopping bags fell to the floor. She looked down at the blur that was the floor, and the last look on her face before she collapsed was one of confusion.
"Hey, Greta, what do you think? You want to go punk?" Evan held out a graffiti-covered black shirt out and poked his head around the rack. The first thing he saw was Greta's collapsed form on the floor, and before he knew it, the shirt was on the floor and he was standing above her, panicking. "Greta?" He knelt down and shook her gently. "Greta?" Concern filled his voice. "Greta, wake up!" Standing up, he looked about himself frantically for some kind of help. There was a voice nearby. Not letting Greta out of his sight, as she looked to be huddling into herself in pain, he looked beyond the racks to his right and left.
Aha! There. He ran up to the man, and, on instinct, grabbed his cellphone. There was an astonished "Hey!"
"Sorry, I have to use it, can't explain, bye!" Running back to Greta's side, he spoke into the phone. "Sorry, he can't talk right now, he'll call you back!" Beep! His fingers fumbled as he dialed the Professor as fast as he possibly could. Ring, ring, ri- "Professor! It's Greta, she's-"
"I know, Evan. We're on our way. Stay calm." Click.
_Sure, stay calm. That'll be easy, considering that all of a sudden she just-_ He knelt by the small figure, whose face was still twisted in extreme pain. Unsure of what to do, he took her hand and tried to whisper his reassurance that everything would be all right.
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So there ya have it. Well, actually, lol, no, you don't! 'Cause I ain't gonna tell you what's gonna happen 'till next chapter! You just have to review and find out! Oh, and this time I'm asking for more reviews. I want there to be a *twenty-five* next to that title, or no dice. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Yeah, um...twenty-five!
:)
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Chapter Six: An Experience in the Mall
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_Stop *lookin'* at me like that,_ Greta thought in Evan's direction. They were on their way to the mall, another place Greta had little knowledge of. They were walking, because, apparently, Evan was not old enough to have a driver's license (Note to readers: I'm assuming that Evan's fifteen, okay?). Greta was having no problem with the lack of transportation (it wasn't like she had been on the bus much or anything), but Evan seemed pretty annoyed, and was constantly cursing the pain in his feet under his breath.
"What I would give for my skateboard right now..." she heard him murmur.
_There ya are, Greta. Back in the ol' habits. Puttin' people outta their way for you. You *coulda* just stayed home, but noooooooo....you had to drag ol' *Spyke* here out justa buy you clothes._
They mounted the top of a small hill, and the mall came into view. They halted in their steps at the same time. Greta saw Evan looking at her again out of the corner of her eye, so she tried to keep her focus elsewhere.
This neighborhood was so...suburban. Greta was surprised at how far-apart everything was; everything in the city had been rather cramped, and Greta had been used to it. Open space was an altogether new idea.
Walking towards the mall again, she eyed the parking lot suspiciously. Yup. The mall was jam-packed.
"It's Saturday, everyone's gotta be at the mall," said Evan, voicing her thoughts.
"Yeah," she said, and that was the end of their conversation...
***
...until they reached the mall, of course. Evan watched Greta shrink in stature as they walked through the door. All of a sudden, it was dim, and there was a great deal of noise. They both blinked as their eyes adjusted to the light in the busy mall.
"So, where do you want to go first?" he asked her cheerfully. He couldn't stand to see her - someone - this scared. The only response was a shrug. Not to be discouraged, Evan pressed on. "How about a snack? Have you had lunch yet?" She shook her head slightly.
"Haven't had lunch yet, but...I'm not hungry," came the barely-audible reply.
"Well, come on." He waved her towards the first clothing store on their right. "Let's go shop."
Not without trepidation, Greta entered the store. It was a lot brighter inside the store than it was in the main mall. She blinked, and stopped for a minute, listening to the conversations around her.
"Honey, that outfit makes you look like a tramp. I'm not buying it for you."
"Mo-om, it's just cut a half-an-inch lower than *your* shirt-"
"Do you think this would go better with the red or the white? I don't-"
"Do you think Johnny likes me? I was flirting with him today, but-"
"OhmyGod! Pink is *so* my color! I should buy it-"
"Ugh, I look so bloated! I am *not* buying *this.*" A ridiculously thin girl was examining her figure in a mirror Greta's left.
Greta looked back to Evan. His forward personality seemed a bit stymied in this all-girl's store, but as she watched, he bit his lip, a resolute expression passing over his face. He looked back at her, then waved her over to the first clothing-rack on his right.
"This'll probably fit you! Hmm, looks like a size-" he looked at the tag on a pair of jeans he had picked up. "Whoa, *three.* Welp, here you go!" He handed her the hanger, and she held the jeans away from herself, looking at them in mild disdain. "You're gonna have to try on *everything* until we narrow this down to an *art* (and believe me, that's gonna take awhile)." There was a mischievous grin on his face. "Be prepared to be holding a *lot* of clothes."
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Three stores, and one hour later...
***
_The crowd must be gettin' to me._ Greta wiped a cold sweat from her brow. _Or somethin' like that..._ She looked over to the rack behind which Evan had last been seen, and realized the room was getting blurry. _What the-_ She felt her fingers go slack, and her shopping bags fell to the floor. She looked down at the blur that was the floor, and the last look on her face before she collapsed was one of confusion.
"Hey, Greta, what do you think? You want to go punk?" Evan held out a graffiti-covered black shirt out and poked his head around the rack. The first thing he saw was Greta's collapsed form on the floor, and before he knew it, the shirt was on the floor and he was standing above her, panicking. "Greta?" He knelt down and shook her gently. "Greta?" Concern filled his voice. "Greta, wake up!" Standing up, he looked about himself frantically for some kind of help. There was a voice nearby. Not letting Greta out of his sight, as she looked to be huddling into herself in pain, he looked beyond the racks to his right and left.
Aha! There. He ran up to the man, and, on instinct, grabbed his cellphone. There was an astonished "Hey!"
"Sorry, I have to use it, can't explain, bye!" Running back to Greta's side, he spoke into the phone. "Sorry, he can't talk right now, he'll call you back!" Beep! His fingers fumbled as he dialed the Professor as fast as he possibly could. Ring, ring, ri- "Professor! It's Greta, she's-"
"I know, Evan. We're on our way. Stay calm." Click.
_Sure, stay calm. That'll be easy, considering that all of a sudden she just-_ He knelt by the small figure, whose face was still twisted in extreme pain. Unsure of what to do, he took her hand and tried to whisper his reassurance that everything would be all right.
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So there ya have it. Well, actually, lol, no, you don't! 'Cause I ain't gonna tell you what's gonna happen 'till next chapter! You just have to review and find out! Oh, and this time I'm asking for more reviews. I want there to be a *twenty-five* next to that title, or no dice. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Yeah, um...twenty-five!
:)
