THIRTEEN

~SAMANTHA~

Yesterday kept replaying in my mind as I flipped through the dresses on the rack. If I say I was finding a perfect dress, I'd be lying. I couldn't concentrate at all.

"Samantha, you've been staring at that dress for about thirty minutes", Alice says and I snap my head at her. "Sorry, what are we doing today again?", I ask her. She shakes her head and smiles. "We're rocking some new pairs of converse and sneakers the company produced today!", she says squealing and I laugh.

"I claim the pink one!", I say and she glares at me. "But I wanted that. It matches my newly done nails", she pouts. "Sorry but it matches my hair that has new pink stripes", I tell her and she rolls her eyes.

"Girls, stop arguing about the sneakers, you know we have two pairs", Mrs. Whittaker says. We giggle sheepishly and nod. "But we like bickering", I say. "Of course we do, it's fun", Alice adds.