(First half of) Ch. 8 Ugh. Why do we even have to drive? “Because YOU can’t fly.” Ughhh… The back seat of our family is NOT comfy, especially with Onyx driving. Oh, that's probably weird to you. Well we’re old enough to drive okay? The roads are almost empty as virtually no one drives, ever. Olly mimics a car backing up, “Beep, Beep, Beep.” I don’t know why it sounds exactly the same but at least we’re here. We all climbed out of the car. I look at the mall, great. Of course it's jam packed. Dylan looks like she’s gonna hurl but Olly grabs all three of our wrists and starts running. I guess we have to run too. “Okay, Okay. Slow down!” Dylan is heaving breaths. We all agree to /walk/ to the first store on our list. Knowing Olly it's a clothing store. Not like an athletic clothes store, nor something fancy. It's a KIDS clothing store. The little bell on the door chimes as we push ourselves in. One half of the store is covered in little ‘girls’ clothes as well as some ‘pre-teen girls’ clothes. So all I can see is glitter, rainbows, and weird ‘inspiring’ messages such as ‘You got this!’ and ‘Girl power!’ It all hurts my eyes. On the other side of the store is the ‘boys’ section. It's basically seven colors, navy blue, red, khaki/brown, white and black, green, and terrible shades of yellow. Olly immediately ran towards some dresses which, in my opinion, weren't /that/ ugly. Onyx begrudgingly follows her and gives her tips on colors that might look good. I can see how uncomfortable he is. Me and Dylan kinda just stand there. “I ain’t buying that for her.” “I don’t blame you.” I squeak trying not to burst out laughing. Olly is one weird person, but she’s really nice when you get to know her. Dylan interrupts my thoughts, “Who would wear that?!? It's a crime, it's like wearing poka-dots and stripes!” She points to Olly who is holding red and green striped tights and a pretty pink princess dress. I can see Onyx is having fun giving her terrible advice. Olly yells,“Hey guys? Can you help me bring some stuff to the dressing rooms?” She mumbles something at Onyx too. Of course we walk over. My shoes glide on the shiny floor. Welp at least it's clean. Olly and Onyx aren’t too far away. I look back over my shoulder, “Sigh. Dylan can’t you just walk instead of floating? It's really not that hard.” I kinda wish I could float. Olly shoves a blue sparkly dress that, quite frankly, looks like it's made for a five year old into my arms. Onyx has about three different skirts in a bag. Gosh he’s so smart for that. Dylan refuses to hold anything. “Olly, why do you need to try on all of these?” Onyx asks. He’s glowing purple. Wait what does purple mean? I don’t care enough to ask right now. Before Olly can answer she snatches all the clothes and locks herself into a dressing room stall. I can hear her shuffling around putting on different outfits. Oh boy, here comes the fashion show. The first outfit is ugly. “What exactly are we looking at Olly?” I ask. “Oh well-” she starts. “Yeah, I really don’t care. You’re wearing /bright/ pink tights with a pastel pink skirt and a mauve tank-top. It could look really cool, but it doesn’t. I ain’t buying that. NEXT!” “Dylan!” I nudge her with my elbow. Olly comes back out with another hideous combo. “NOPE! That's it! I won’t be buying any of this.” Dylan bareged into the dressing stall, picked up the massive pile of clothes, put them on a ‘to be washed’ rack and promptly took our hands and walked out of the store.
The full story will be in a bigger project (hopefully soon) This will be the last chapter for a while
