Post by MITCHIE MORGAN on Aug 21, 2010 16:33:23 GMT -5
Hollywood Mall had always been one of Mitchie's more favourable places to hang out. Simply because most of the store clerks here were so laid back they only rolled an eye (or two) when she and Scarlett rolled through, causing mayhem and havok in their wake.
So she'd invited Hilary here, as a bit of bonding/relaxation time.
And also so she could pry some more information out of the girl about her dad.
She checked her phone again, and hesitated a minute before deciding to text the shy girl again.
'hey hills. i'm at the mall. should i buy our tickets or wait?'
After that, Mitchie made her way to the food court. That place that sold cheesy fries was still open, right? It wasn't like she had very much else to do on a day like this. She'd sold a few songs his week and didn't have any appointments till Monday.Scarlett was once again ensconced in some small room with Michael, and as such wouldn't surface for at least another two days. And Lane......
Mitchie didn't want to think about Lane.
Of course, she could always plot revenge on a certain blonde imp, but plotting revenge made you susceptible to wrinkles.
She passed Barty Fender from her Biology class last year in the computer store display window, posing as a giant mouse, and gave the boy a wide grin and wave. Maybe school would be better this year.
Maybe.
So she'd invited Hilary here, as a bit of bonding/relaxation time.
And also so she could pry some more information out of the girl about her dad.
She checked her phone again, and hesitated a minute before deciding to text the shy girl again.
'hey hills. i'm at the mall. should i buy our tickets or wait?'
After that, Mitchie made her way to the food court. That place that sold cheesy fries was still open, right? It wasn't like she had very much else to do on a day like this. She'd sold a few songs his week and didn't have any appointments till Monday.Scarlett was once again ensconced in some small room with Michael, and as such wouldn't surface for at least another two days. And Lane......
Mitchie didn't want to think about Lane.
Of course, she could always plot revenge on a certain blonde imp, but plotting revenge made you susceptible to wrinkles.
She passed Barty Fender from her Biology class last year in the computer store display window, posing as a giant mouse, and gave the boy a wide grin and wave. Maybe school would be better this year.
Maybe.
