I’m squinting through the blinding neon pink of the Claire’s storefront, my low-rise flares dragging across the mall tile while "Lady Marmalade" blasts so loud it vibrates in my chest. Some girl just shoved past me to grab the last Cloe Bratz doll, and honestly, she looked so basic I almost let out a "rawr" just to freak her out.
I’m really just killed that my shift started before I could snag tickets for *Pearl Harbor*; my bestie said Josh Hartnett looks like a total snack on that massive screen. I’m stuck staring at the news ticker about GM and Daewoo instead of the popcorn stand, wishing I was anywhere else.
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