Mel entered a store called Rue 21. She looked around and imediately went to a section that had sundresses. She figured she pick out a couple of things and try them on. She held up a plaid dress to her figure and looked down. She laid the dress over arm and continued looking. She picked up a pair of shorts. Mel herself was dressed in plaid shorts, a t-shirt, and vans. Dressed for comfort..that was defiantly Mel. After about only three minutes she had quite the amount of clothes in hanging over her arm. She immediatly started to dance alitte when they started to a remix song they were playing in the store.

Mel ruffled her bangs which she had succesfully avoided pushing back when she put her sunglasses on top of her head. The day was going good but she needed someone to talk to. That was one thing about Mel. She could do anything by herself but she thought it was better if someone else came along. Why hadn't she thought to call someone? Darn it!

Was Martina really looking for clothes at the small Millbury mall today? Well, actually not really. Was she looking to buy anything at all? Uh, no.

So why was Martina at the mall? She was utterly bored out of her mind. Everyone she'd already met was super busy with classes. Martina had yet to meet anything other High School graduate who didn't have classes. Martina had thought it would be good to take a year off. Little did she know that there wasn't a ton to do here. I mean, she was used to living in a super small place. Actually, the Millbury campus probably had more places to go than her tiny town of WestLake. With less than 1,000 people, it was a huge deal for the town when a Wal-Mart was built.

All the same, Martina was bored. It was like when schools finally out for the summer. You're all excited about it for a while, but then you realize you've got nothing to do. Martina was trying not to think that this was going to be her entire coming year.

Today Martina was wearing a typical Martina-ish outfit. She was wearing a rather flowy plain black skirt, that was surprisingly embelishment free. Her shirt was equally as flowing, and was in a light purple. The shirt made up for the lack of embelishments on the skirt, and then some. Under neath the flowy purple shirt was a plain black tank top. Her small feet were clad with a pair of heeled black flipflops. Her shoulder length wavy black hair was hanging loosly next to her face.

As Martina entered Rue 21, Martina looked around. The store was almos emty, except for one girl who already had an arm load of clothes. Making her way over to the girl, Martina sent her a small smile. That's the thing with Martina. She's not shy, exactly. But she wouldn't run up to someone and yell "Hey, im Martina wanna be friends?"

Nah, that was more Ali's style.

{*Shirt*}

Mel looked up the girl who had entered the store.She looked at the girls shirt.Mel herself would never be able to pull off the look but the girl did it well. She went back to looking through a shelf of jeans.The girl smiled at her and Mel smiled back.Then she looked at the girls face again."Do I know you from somewhere?",she asked. She thought about it."I've seen you somewhere..maybe I have a class with you or something?",she was desperatley trying to think of something.

[Jesus..im sooooooooo time 1 billion cajillion sorry for this post.I have abosulety no muse right not but I though I should atleast attpemt to reply to this.]

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