Prom Girls and Lunch BreaksI went into the mall. It was this amazing building of light and glass. Girls were running around in prom dresses and sneakers, trying to choose their prom dresses. The dresses were all these crazy concoctions of ruffles and laces, very 'Dangerous Liaisons' but without the paniers.
I was on the top floor, heading down to meet Anthony for lunch. As I headed for the escalator, I noticed two girls wearing the same dress who were in a screaming match. The dress was purple on the top, strapless, and at the waist, split to reveal a shimmering white underskirt. Very pretty, but anyway...
"I told you I was going to get this dress!" the blonde shrieked.
"I don't see your name on it!" the brunette retorted. I looked them over and shook my head.
"It looks better on her," I said, pointing at the brunette. "She's a little thinner and its more flattering to her body shape."
"She's not much thinner than me," the blonde growled.
"I am too!" the brunette shouted. "Five ounces!"
"Five ounces! Ha! That's not much!"
"That's a lot when you're already tiny. Besides, that shade of purple doesn't look good on blondes anyway," I told them as I stepped on to the escaltor. "And, you know, you may want to speak to whomever told you it was a good dress for you, because they lied. Good friends will tell you when something looks bad."
By this time I was at the bottom of the escalator and walking away, so I missed whatever else they said. I made my way to the food court, and it was packed. It took some time, but finally I found Anthony. He already had his lunch.
"Sorry, I was starving."
"That's okay. I don't know what I want yet anyway. I'll be right back."
I made my way through the crowds of people. It was laid out a little like that market on the waterfront of Halifax, but much bigger. I past Mother Natures, the fast fat joins, Swiss Chalet and finally settled on "The Pita Maker". I'm not sure what kind of pitas they had, just that they looked very elaborate.
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