"A fantabulous person once told me the way to get over stress is through shopping." She parks her car at the lot and smiles at me.
"Who told you that?" I ask her as I unbuckle my seatbelt.
"Me." She points to herself and I roll my eyes.
I didn't see Chelsea until the end of school, and when I told her everything, she said we needed cooling off.
Hence, the reason we're at the mall.
"What makes you think shopping relives stress? We both walk to the entrance.
"It works for me. I mean, think about the smell of new clothes, the softness of putting them on, feeling dazzling in them, the sound of the cash register eating your money, the sound of the receipt printing out, the weight of the take-out bag-"
"And the endless boring hours that comes with shopping." I finish for her.
"You just had to didn't you." She glares at me.
I smile and nod quickly.
"Let's just go." She pulls my hand to the first shop.
Two hours later, Chelsea's still shopping for clothes.
