let's go shopping
*to add to my rant.....to those who know demi.... in 6th grade when she broke her leg....... she never broke it. only sprained it... she told me*
"hey mommy, can i get this?" a young girl asks as she holds up a tee shirt with blood spurts.
"my god, dont you think it;s a bit violent?" came a cold reply
"no"
"how much is it?"
"uhhhhh *checks the tag* 5 bucks"
"no i dont want you advertising that you're a violent person"
im not that violent...... and its just a blood spurt" the girl thought to her self.
the mother and daughter went to another rack in Charlotte Russe as thy shopped for new clothes desperately. the young girl, a 14-year-old pulled her mother along as she searched for outrageous shirts that she would like, and that would make her look cool.
"hey mom how bout this?"she asks, holding up a v-neck black shirt.
"dont yout think it's a bit low?"
"uhhhhhh... that's what a tank top's for"
"nope i think it's too low, and how do i know that you're going to wear a tank top underneath?"
"ummmmmm even though i like dressing in an extreme way..... i dont like my boobs sticking out like that."
"well i dont trust you enough to wear one. no you cant get that"
sadly, the girl stuck the shirt back on the rack and continued her search for clothes. her mother wandered off to the other end of the store that had all the lingerie, and stuff.
"hey honey, why dont you like this?" the mother held up a flowery dress with butterflies and frills
the girl looked at it with disgust and horror at the sight, as she imagined what she would look like if she wore it to school. " i-it's cute mom? she said hesitantly," but do i have to wear that?"
"i want you to have something nice to wear. i know you dont like it." the mother said as she put it over her daughter's blue skeleton shirt.
" i didnt say i didnt like it. i was thinking it, but i didnt say it." she sassed. " i already have a bunch of nice things.... like half my closet."
" i want you to be more like a girl."
"im not going to be like those cookie cutter cheerleaders, mamma."
the mother put the shirt back on to the rack.
" hey im going to go to banana republic mmmk? i'll be back later. put the thinkg you want on hold, and we'll come back later." the mother said as she left Charlotte Russe for her favorite store.
the excited girl went straight to the graphic tees section and chose several t-shirts and pants.
the girl left Charlotte Russe and left for Pacsun, where she accidentally ran into her mother, who had bought a pretzel, and a soda.
"" hiya momma, didja get a pretzel for me?" the girl asked hopefully
"no. i didnt have any more cash with me." came a simple reply
"you're such a wonderful mother." she said sarcastically."can i have of the pretzel then?"
"what ever, take the food.... i get the soda though"
"and i again i repeat, you're such a wonderful mother."
the girl snatched the pretzel from her mother, and ate it hungrily. but as she took a second bite, her mother took the pretzel back and shoved a couple of pairs of pants into her daughter's open hands.
" here try these on. you said you needed some pants right?"
"yeah, but not while i was eating." the daughter said as she tried to get the pretzel back.
" i need you to go try those on, or im going to take back everything, and we're not going to buy the things that are on hold." the mother threatened and said coldly as her daughter unwillingly went to the fitting rooms.
GOD FUCK SHIT...... i hate it when we go shopping with mommy.... this is how it always turns out.... i wanna get something and she always has me try on something else. the girl thought.
she tried on the boot cut jeans that her mother chose, and said to her self," holy shit..... this doesnt go at all with my chucks... the only shoes i have."
she opened the door and showed her waiting mother. "i love it..... dont you?"
" i dont like it because i dont hae anything else to go with it."
"well it makes you look porprotional."
she retreated it back into the fitting room, switched back into her jeans and went out and picked a pair of gray skinny jeans, went back to the fitting room and tried on the jeans. again she showed her mother.
"dont; yout think that make your butt look big?, the mother asked
"are you saying that it makes me look fat?
"yessss, dont you think?"
"thanks mom, thanks." the girl said furiously as she stormed back into the room, and quickly changed..... she neatly folded the pants and slammed back onto the shelf. she sat on a chair close by and tied her shoes.
her mother called her again and told her to try on another pair of pants.
"come on mom, i just finished tying these shoes..... they're such a pain..... you know..."
" i dont care. you know what i can do." her mother threatened again.
the girl cursed silently to her self and went to try on the pants. they were the at least two sizes too big and was similar to the first pair.
"my mother is such a pain" she muttered
she tried on the pants, while grumbling to her self, and when she was done, came to a compromise with her mother. she got 1 pair of the boot cuts, while she got 2 pairs of the skinny jean, which were on sale. they finished shopping at Pacsun, and the girl snatched te pretzel back.... by this time, it had gotten cold and not very good, but she ate it anyways.
the two went into Charlotte Russe and the girl got the clothes that she had chosen. of course her mother objected to most of them. another compromise was made, to only get the shirts that were on sale as long as nothing had any violence on them. the girl agreed and they ended up buying 2 shirts for her and 5 for her mother.... the rest of the shopping trip went with out anymore hassle, and the girl was finished and hung out on a bench in front of the easter bunny. what joy for her. her mother finished up her shopping and the two left, happy that they had new clothes... happily ever after.....
shea rite bitches...... most of that is true.... the only part that wasnt was the last sentence..... as if everything's all happy..... we met a friend there.... and my mother wasnt very happy at his looks.... dressed in black.... some piercings...... 17.... very hot..... and not goat... though it sounds like it.... she got pissed off and we spent the car ride home talking about how my friends were going to influence me to do drugs and shit..... as if...