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Mall (noun):

[Mawl; Brit. also mal]

Also called shopping mall. A large retail complex containing a variety of stores and often restaurants and other business establishments housed in a series of connected or adjacent buildings or in a single large building. Compare shopping center.

The only thing Sonny Munroe hates more than the color pink.

So why am I in one?

Well, dear readers, there are two possibilities: 1.) Aliens have come to Earth, kidnapped me and shoved me in a garbage bag, then picked The Pink and Pretty Palace of Traci as their new home and made me their queen or, 2.) Chad dragged me here to pick my outfit for our "date."

Nope, you're wrong. Chad brought me here for the date.

Oh, and he also brought Tawni.

So, let's make a little equation now, shall we?

Me + Chad and Tawni – anyone I know who is sane x pink clothes everywhere = A three-hour preview of hell

"Sonny! Come on! We picked a dress for you!' Tawni screamed from the other side of the shop. She was grabbing bright, rotten cheese colored dresses, while Chad was on the bright pink couch, happily snoozing, completely oblivious to the pack of salesladies staring at him and swooning every time he snored.

I rolled my eyes and tucked this diary into my leather bag. Don't get me wrong, I hate the killing-the-animals-for-the-leather part, but it went so well with my new skirt, and…

Oh, goodness, they turned me into one of them.

"Sonny! Come on! We only have an hour left before we have to go to–"

"Let me guess," I hissed, walking towards her, "Pinky's Pinky Pink Palace?" I crossed my arms, waiting for a sarcastic response. But she just turned back to the clothes racks and smiled.

"No, silly, it's Pinky's Pinky Princess Palace!"

And with that, she shoved sparkly, monkey-puke colored… uh, articles of clothing.

"What are these?" I asked, trying to carry all the clothes. A bright pink panty fell out of the pile, earning Tawni a glare from me.

"Dresses, duh!" she chirped, all perky-ly. If she was another person and her dad wasn't marrying Mom, I would have choked her with the legwarmer that fell on the floor.

Perky people disgust me.

"Dresses? Tawni, these are not dresses! These are over-stretched sports bras stapled to big belts!"

She didn't seem to hear me, though, because she just shooed me away with her hand furiously. Her bright pink nails almost scraped a saleslady's face, which was too busy gawking at Chad to notice that Tawni was only a few feet away from her. The saleslady, whose silver nametag read, 'Melainiee', quickly jumped away in shock.

I sighed. I was used to other girls staring at Chad. When I met him, he was surrounded – wait, no, worshipped– by girls raging from ages 4 to 12.

"But Mommy! I don't want to go to that stupid playground! It's full of… of…" I thought for a second. Then I remembered what my friend, Sam, who was from Seattle, called girlie-girls, "full off daffodils!"

Mommy rolled her pretty blue eyes and held my hand tighter. "Honey, you're a girl too, you know."

"Yeah, but I'm no daffodil!"

Mommy rolled her eyes again, making me roll mine as well. Mommy and I are complete opposites; she's perky and used to take ballet, while I'm… well, I'm sure as heck not like her.

"Mommy, can't I just go with Daddy to the bowling alley again?" I asked her, my signature puppy-dog-eyes-and-pout gracing my pale face.

"Sonny, darling, you have to make some friends."

I opened my mouth, but was cut off by Mommy saying something again. "Sam, Carly, Freddie, and Gibby from Seattle don't count. We're in Texas now, not in Wisconsin, not in Seattle. You never know, maybe you'll meet your first crush…"

My face quickly scrunched up. "Ew, Mommy, boys have cooties! And besides, I'm never gonna marry. I'm gonna adopt a butt load of babies and when they grow up, they're gonna take care of me." I smiled brightly.

Mommy didn't say anything. She just grinned and stopped walking. I turned my head to see what she was grinning at, and when I did, my face quickly fell.

We were at the playground.

I examined everyone in the park. A group of big boys were playing basketball, while girls about the same age were sitting on benches, watching the boys while giggling with their friends. They were in short skirts and matching berets. They were obviously not French, hence one of them screeching, "Oh ma goodness, did u see Brian? He is sooo hawt!", so I didn't get why they were in berets.

Another group of boys on the other side of the playground were trading cards. I really wanted to join them, but Mommy pushed me to a bunch of tall girls in pink and purple dresses surrounding a boy my age.

I didn't get what the big deal was, until I saw him. He was like the eight-year-old Brad Cruise or whoever it was Mommy keeps rambling on and on about whenever Daddy wasn't around.

He apparently said something funny, because the group of girls erupted in exaggerated laughter. "Oh my word, Chad!" a girl with bright red hair exclaimed, giggling. "You are soo funny!"

The boy cockily smirked. He turned his head in my direction, and then smiled warmly at me. I was so mesmerized by his eyes that I was frozen on the spot.

Yeah, yeah, you're probably thinking, "Why does an eight-year-old know so many big words?"

Well, since Daddy's a teacher, I learned a few stuff. The only thing I didn't seem to understand was Math. I mean, come on! Fractions? Long division? I'm gonna be a superstar/president/pony doctor, I don't have to know wha is.

Whatever. Back to the story.

The other girls looked at me, too, and sent me death glares. I smirked cockily at them like the boy did, making them roll their eyes and gawk at the boy once more.

After a silent ten minutes of writing in this diary alone in a park bench by a maple tree, I heard the wooden bench make a slight creek sound. I snapped my head to my left, only to find the bright-eyed boy staring back.

I smiled at him, before saying, "What are you doing here? Your loyal subjects are gonna miss you."

He chuckled, grinning. "Please. They can wait. And besides, they just want to earn some respect from me because of my brother."

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"His name's Brian. He's the tall, blonde basketball player that Kaitee and the other girls were giggling on and on about."

"The ones in the berets?"

"Yeah."

I looked down, laughing. "But, what about the four-year-olds?"

"Oh, no, those ladies are mine."

I laughed even harder, and pretty soon, he was laughing with me. We were guffawing and rolling on the ground for two minutes before we heard a shrill scream. "THERE HE IS!"

The girls ran after us for five minutes until we hid behind a bush behind Ms. Benitez's house. We heard their feet stomping on the ground getting softer and softer.

When we knew they were gone, we jumped out of the bush before Mr. Benitez saw us. He was a man who was physically forty-two, but acted like he was eighty. Not in a bake-cookies-and-sit-in-a-rocking-chair-pleasantly eighty, I mean, 'Get-outta-my-yard-you-crazy-hooligans!' eighty.

We ran back to the park when the girls were gone and the boys were still playing basketball. I turned to him, still panting because we ran almost ten blocks non-stop, and smiled. "I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship."

I snapped out of my daydream, and realized I have been standing there for almost five minutes, staring at the ceiling. Tawni was picking out more clothes, while Chad was looking at me worryingly. "You okay, Munroe?"

"Yeah, yeah… I was just thinking of when I first moved to Texas…" I mumbled absentmindedly. He smiled, probably reminiscing too.

Tawni's heel stomped on the floor, making Chad jump. She stood beside me, lips pursed and eyes narrowed at Chad. She looked at me, her face slightly softening. "Okay, here are a few more clothes, go try them on," she ordered, giving me a few skirts and blouses, then turned to Chad. "You. Go Leave."

"What? Why?"

"Because, it's bad luck for the guy to see the girl before their date!" Tawni explained, hands on her hips, glaring, and all that whatnot. I could see that she's still a little mad at him because of the whole cousin thing.

Chad looked at me with a 'really?' look on his face. I shrugged, scratching the back of my head.

He sighed, and then left, hands in his pockets. One thing I really liked about the Cooper guys was that they remind me so much of Jesse McCartney. I was pretty obsessed with him for years and years on end, so having a best friend that's so much like him was pretty exciting for me. It wasn't much of a mystery why Chad became my first crush; perfect hair, ocean eyes and all.

I snapped out of my daydream and raced for the changing booth before Tawni noticed that I was staring at the ceiling again. I dropped the clothes on the floor before quickly closing the white door.

The pile of Ivory white and brick red dresses glared at me from the floor, making me cringe. I whipped out my phone and texted Chad.

TO: Chad

FROM: Sonny

Where r we even going?

~Sonny

A few seconds later, Demi's Unbroken blared from my phone, signaling a text.

TO: Sonny

FROM: Chad

To my mom's boss' parties. Formal and all that crap.

TO: Chad

FROM: Sonny

White or red?

TO: Sonny

FROM: Chad

What?

TO: Chad

FROM: Sonny

The color of the dress, stupid.

TO: Sonny

FROM: Chad

I dunno. Uh, white?

TO: Chad

FROM: Sonny

White? Blegh. Too angel-y. Too nice. Too Taylor Swift. I'm sticking with red.

I pressed send quickly and placed my phone into my pocket. I looked over the pile and separated the clothes. The first was Red, the second was White, and third was Absolutely Not.

I tried on all of the clothes from the first pile, before choosing a red Sherri Hill cocktail dress with a draped single shoulder and a slightly fitted skirt.

I looked at myself in the mirror and cringed. I look like, dare I say it, a lady.

Blegh.

It's for Chad, it's for Chad, I chanted to myself. For Chad.

I stepped out of the booth, leaving the pile of too-short, too-Tawni dresses for Melainiee to pick up.

I heard a gasp behind me, only to see Tawni drop her phone and gape at me. I smirked slightly before putting my hand on my hip. "Yeah, I clean up good."

Tawni smiled widely and ran up to hug me. Very, very tightly, I might add.

"Uh… Tawn… Can't…" I tried to breathe out, wondering how a girl, who whined when no one helped her open the front door to her house, had such a strong grip. But then again, I wonder about a lot of things. Like, why did Tawni have a personal assistant that's from France, and why does she still keep him around even though she doesn't even know what "wi" means, or why was Mom in a Catwoman costume when she came down for breakfast this morning. But of course, finding out why wasn't really in my agenda.

"Can't what? Can't wait to thank me? Oh, don't worry, no need for any–"

"Can't breathe."

She quickly let go of me, rolling her eyes. "Wow, diva much?"

"Yeah, because telling Daddy that he should buy you your own toilet because your butt is too special for other people's butt sweat to mix with yours."

Tawni's eyes narrowed, her perfectly glossed lips forming a frown. Sometimes I really wanna tell Tawni that her shade of lip gloss, cocoa moco cocoa or neuralgic pink or whatever it's called, sometimes gave me a headache. It was flashy, but of course, anything flashy was basically Tawni Hart's property already.

"You know, Sonny, you should be thanking me. Without me, you'll probably be in sweats right now, playing Maria Kart-"

"Mario Kart."

"Whatever. Now, get out of the dress so we can pay for it because seriously, that chick that was staring at Chad is giving you major stink eye right now…," Tawni said, pointing behind me.

I raised my eyebrow in confusion and turned around. And there she was, Melainiee, the saleslady who was a good 4-5 years older than me, staring me down with those cold blue eyes of hers. She twisted a loose jet-black curl with her perfectly manicured finger, the intense glare never leaving her too-defined eyes. With a pop of the gum she was blowing, she strutted over to me, her black leather boots click-clacking on the marble floor.

"Hey," she greeted, still eying me up and down.

"Uh, hi…"

Obviously she wasn't one for small talk. "Who was that guy? The hot one that was asleep?"

I looked at Tawni, wide eyes. She was as shocked as I was. I quickly snapped my head back to Melainiee, stuttering, "W-well, uh, he-he's…"

"He's her boyfriend!"

I glared at Tawni, who was the one who cut me off. I was about to correct her, but Melainiee's look of appreciation cut me off.

"Oh, well, good for him."

And with that, she spun on heel to join the other salesladies in watching Chad through the window display, leaving me gaping at her. Did she just say good for him?

"Come on, we have to go pay for the dress." Tawni dragged me to the changing booth and closed the door.

I wonder that it will be like at the social – which was basically the dull version of a party, only with champagne and ladies in skirts that actually covered their butt. I might stick out like a sore thumb there because my dress was pretty short and bright red. I expect the women there to be in black, white, or if to go as daring as they can be, gray.

What most people don't know is that Mom was actually in fashion once, when she was still young and legwarmers were still in, so I know a little bit about clothes. She showed some designs, occasionally scolding me because I forgot the difference between maize and yellow, and then urged me to at least try to dress like most people that shared my gender. But what Mom thinks is cute, is what I think is trampy. Imagine a woman's suit; then subtract the jacket; cut off, say, ten inches of the pants; rip the sleeves off; unbutton nine buttons of the blouse and; tie the end of the shirt into a knot.

I have a picture of that outfit when I was nine for Cousin Debbie's Halloween party.

We came home early since Tawni realized that she already bought a pair of shoes that went with my outfit that was "the perfect shade of off-black!" And then she didn't talk to me for ten whole minutes because I didn't know the difference of off-black and regular black, but couldn't' help herself because she needed someone to brag to because apparently, she overheard Nico call her cute.

The whole ride home was silent, since Chad kept staring at the pink shopping bag in my hand, upset because he didn't see the dress early. Tawni would just say, "Don't worry, Cooper. Your date'll look beautiful enough for you."

"But we're going to a social! People aren't supposed to look beautiful!" Chad objected.

"Well, people we weren't supposed to find out about your old last name, now were we?"

"Goldfarb is an extremely respectable last name!"

"Says the boy who said that tofu was delicious," I muttered.

"I said it was deliciously healthy."

"Well, you didn't mention that it was deliciously disgusting!"

Chad rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the bag, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. It was kinda cute, in a kid-who-wants-ice-cream kind of way, but after forty-five minutes of the same face staring at me through the rear-view mirror, it was getting annoying. I was just about ready to snap, but Tawni seemed to sense it, so she took the bag out of my grasp and hid it under her seat.

"Knock it out, Chad. You look like a 12-year-old who didn't get tickets to a Zac Efron concert." Tawni chuckled, bemused.

"Don't you mention his name in my presence!"

Tawni raised an eyebrow at me, as if asking what the Zac thing was about. "Chad thinks Zac is better-looking than him, so he decided two years go that Zac Efron is evil," I explained, rolling my eyes.

Instead of rolling her eyes, too, like I expected her to, Tawni burst out laughing, making Chad sulk from the backseat. I had to grab the steering wheel because Tawni's eyes were closed from laughing so hard.

When we got to Tawni's house, she immediately kicked Chad out because we had to get ready. I could see that even though Tawni was who she is, she didn't go out that much; her huge, cozy mansion was her hangout. Gliding from stride to stride, her head held high, every step majestic, Tawni was in her element. Everywhere you turn there was a touch of either pink or gold, sparkly vintage furniture filled the Hart household, pink roses and peonies filling every vase. It was a pretty, I guess, but a little disturbing.

Even more so when I leaned that Tom was the one who designed the house.

We walked into her room, which was surprisingly light blue, and took the dress out of its bag.

"Alright, Munroe," Tawni said, picking up a brush and grinning evilly. "Time for another makeover."

Alright One more thing…I honestly think tofu IS delicious…so yeah

BTW If I missed any cuss words or anything else in my proof-read, just PM me :D PEACE OUT SUCKAS