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Chapter two:
Soon enough the vehicle started to slow. Causing my body to finally relax out of it's previously tense position and my nausea to lessen. He soon pulled me out. "We need to get you descent looking... And since Aphrodite is busy with one of her many lovers... I've volunteered myself for a shopping excursion. You should be lucky it isn't every day that a demigod like you gets to shop with a god like me." He told me. That only provoked more questions like "what do you mean by god?" But I never said a word because surely could not mean what he was saying.
Unfortunately that didn't stop my curiosity. No matter what I told myself I couldn't help but feel curious. Sometimes I wish I didn't. It would've gotten me in far less trouble over the years. Then again what fun would it have been if I hadn't almost gotten myself killed... once or twice.
I almost didn't notice that I was now inside the building. I wish I could see where I was. I hope that whoever this person is he at least has a fashion sense, which is highly unlikely, seeing that he is a male. Not that I have a problem with them mind you. I know that the entire male population isn't like the few people I knew... and escaped from. But to be a fan of them no, and I will never be.
I felt myself come close to a clothing rack. The clothes were soft, but had a firm texture. So I'm assuming that they were denim. I started to move my hand through the fabric trying to figure out what the apparel was. From the cold little round things I was assuming blue jeans. I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder. "You look a little confused. Have you ever done this before?" He asked. "No. It doesn't help that I can't see what I'm supposed to picking out." I replied.
"Do you know what size you are?" He asked me. I shook my head "no." In truth I've never gotten to go shopping. It was either that I didn't have the money or I was back at the orphanage where I wore hand me down clothes.
"I think that you're an Extra Small." He told me. "Any preferences?" "None." I replied. I truthfully could wear anything. I never really cared what it was or what color it was. Clothes are clothes and I'm lucky to have any. I guess that comes from being underprivileged or something like that.
I think he grabbed some random clothes, I don't know if he paid for them or not. I didn't hear the click of the cashier, but what do I know, or care for that matter. Hey, I lived on the streets and have stolen many things. My favorite being pic pocketing. How else was I supposed to have some money without doing some disreputable things.