Chapter Thirteen.
Mellisa’s Point of View.
The girls and I sit and chat for about an hour. Oh my, hark at me, ‘the girls and I’. I have never found myself in a situation where I could refer to myself as having friends in this way before; it is quite… nice. More than nice. It feels wonderful, and suddenly all my concerns about what I am going to do with my life seem to disappear from me. We each finish off our drinks before we head off to the more boogie shops Vanilla suggested I might want to try.
The first one we enter, I am like a kid in a sweet shop. My eyes wide. Yes, I like these clothes. They are fashionable, but not too out there. My mother would not approve, but I like them—a lot. Finally, I think I have found the style of clothing I like.
Vanilla heads toward a rack of sk
