I walked in the store looking for my moms party food for her guest. I don’t know why my friends were being such scared chicks. I don’t even know why I chose them as my friends. Everywhere we go they don’t want to go inside, but they have to go inside because their twelve year old bodies make me look one hundred percent better.
All of the attention will be mostly on me and my bod. So, anyway, we walk in and im trying to show them how to walk like me and be like me but they don’t want to try it. We look good is what I keep telling myself as we walk through the building. Sara, who hovers like a helicopter because she is so tall, makes me so mad. She always looks slow.
And Jessica is always staring at cookies. She stopped to drool over the cookie aisle but I refused to stop because I didn’t want to look fat. I already felt as if I was gaining weight. I weigh 120 and I am only 5’1. When I finally found the food for my moms gathering I began to walk up to the check out line the line on the right was too long so I went to line to the right.
As soon as my items started to get rung up the cashier a old creepy man criticized the way that I dress. I left as soon as I had what I needed and when I walked out I we got back into our powder blue falcon station wagon and waited for my mom to stop yelling and my sister.
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