"How much longer?" Sarah whined.
"Sarah, we've been waiting in line for two minutes."
"But I'm hungry!"
Great, now people were staring again.
"Hey, buddy," Rachel said to the guy in front of her. "Pick a flavor and move it. Some of us actually have lives here."
The guy turned around to see who was talking to him. It was no more than a little girl. "Oh, aren't you so cute? Who's so cute-" he stopped. Was she growling at him? And something about the look in her eyes scared him. He didn't know what it was, but this girl was not to be messed with. "Uh...nevermind," he said to the man taking his order, and he quickly ran away.
"Rachel...are you sure that was necessary?" Cassie whispered.
Rachel just smiled.
Cassie shuddered. No wonder that guy fled.
"But I wanted strawberry!"
"Then why did you say you wanted cookies and cream?"
"Because I thought I just getting a cone. Cookies and cream tastes better on a cone. Strawberry tastes better in a cup," Sarah stated matter-a-factly.
"It doesn't matter they all taste the same. Now are you going to eat it?"
"No! It's gross!"
"Okay, then it's going in the garbadge..." Rachel headed for the trash can.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed. "That's mine!"
"But you said you weren't going to eat it."
"Give it! I want ice cream."
Rachel gave it back to her. Sarah pouted and crossed her arms stubbornly.
"What's wrong now?"
"It's disgusting. I wanted vanilla."
"But I thought you wanted strawberry."
"Well now I want vanilla!"
"If she doesn't want it can I eat it?" asked Melissa hopefully.
Everyone stopped arguing to stare at her.
Melissa blushed slightly. "What? My dad doesn't let me have sweets."
"No offense, Melissa," Jordan said, "but your dad is horrible."
Melissa made a face.
They were interrupted by Sarah. "I. Want. Vanilla."
"Too. Bad."
"AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Sarah knocked over a table with a single kick.
People came over to watch the show.
"We should've never let her take karate," whispered Jordan. Rachel nodded.
Sarah continued to break things and scream. We seriously need to get that girl to a counslor, thought Rachel.
A couple kicks, screams, and bloody noses later, they were kicked out of the ice cream shop.
"Thanks a lot, Sarah," Jordan said, "now I don't get my ice cream!"
"It's not my fault!"
"Actually it is."
"Hey look!" Rachel said, changing the subject. "We're here."
They stepped inside the kid's shoe store.
"Sarah, you can pick out any shoes you like."
"YAY!" Sarah ran right into the iles, knocking over countless pairs of shoes.
She came back a few minutes later. A man was measuring Jordan's feet. "I want these," she announced loudly enough for the whole store to hear.
Rachel went through the pile. "Uh...Sarah? Did you pick anything that wasn't pink of purple?"
"Yes. This one in white with yellow flowers."
Nothing fit Jordan at the kid's store, so they went to the one for teens where Rachel shopped too. Then, she saw it.
"Oh my god," Rachel breathed. They were here! The flip flops! She had to get them! Wait, get a hold of yourself, Rachel. You can't buy them. But the were just so tempting. It was just a pair of flip flops, it was the pair of flip flops. And she knew that they were too cute to just ignore. She knew she had to get them or she would die!
Dun...dun...dun...
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