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were off to the Westchester Mall.
The car speed down route 22
and onto I-684 with Z100 blaring over the radio. Rachel couldn’t help but
remember their infamous trip into NYC the previous weekend. This was a de ja
vous moment for her.
Rachel looked at the
orange-lit clock on the dashboard, which read 2:43PM, and she knew she only had
about two hours until she would have to be picked up from school. She knew she
would have to remember to keep an eye on her watch.
“What happened to you two
today?” Rachel asked, turning to Jess and Kate.
“Ugh, it was awful,” Kate,
answered. “They kept us in the office all afternoon.”
“But why?” asked Rachel.
Taryn turned down the music
so she could hear what they were saying.
“They thought we had
information on the whereabouts of this Benji guy,” Jen said.
“It was totally crazy. Like,
why would I ever call Benji? I don’t even know him or have his number,” Jen
said. “I think the police have gone mad.”
“They accused you of calling
him?” Rachel asked.
“Well, not exactly,”
answered Jen. “But it was weird how they asked us if we’ve been in touch with
him and said they’ve checked our phone records.”
“They did the same thing to
me,” Rachel said. “Luckily, I hadn’t talked to him since the night of the
fight.”
Rachel thought about what
she had just said, and got sad for a moment. She really missed Benji and so
desperately wanted to speak to him. She was still a little skeptical and creped
out that he called himself a vampire— but she wanted to at least talk to him,
warn him about what was going on at school. She wondered if he had any idea of
the repercussions he had caused.
Rachel looked out of the
window and saw a huge cement and stone building with a W and an M intertwined.
She figured that stood for Westchester Mall. Taryn turned up the music as they
entered the parking garage and pulled into a spot next to another BMW and a
Mercedes.
This was Rachel’s first time
at the famous Westchester Mall. Her friends had been telling her about this
mall since they’d met. Rachel was pumped she was finally here to experience the
mall for herself.
As the six girls entered the
big white and gold doors that led them into the mall, Rachel could smell the
potpourri smell that infused the air. They got onto the escalator and Rachel
looked up. It was the most beautiful mall she’d ever seen. It was four stories
of sheer bliss. She looked up at all the different floors and then up at the
ceiling, full of skylight windows. The ground floor of the mall had marble
tiling and each floor above it was beautifully carpeted. She couldn’t help but
feel like Annie, the first time she entered Mr. Warbucks’ house. She stood
there in awe of this place. It was the biggest and grandest building she’d ever
been in. She didn’t know where to go first.
The girls walked over to the
directory and started spitting out names of stores they wanted to hit. “Abercrombie,
Sephora, Louis Vuitton, Neiman Marcus, Nordstrom’s, Anthropology, Delia’s,
JCrew.” The list went on and on, and Rachel’s mind was spinning. Where was she?
She hadn’t heard of most of these stores, but she figured she’d go along for
the ride. She wasn’t really in the market for anything new— not to mention her
weekly allowance of $25 dollars probably wouldn’t get her far in this place.
Rachel looked at her watch:
it was 3:03pm and she had about an hour and a half until her mom would begin to
wonder where she was. The girls began to walk around the first floor, and they
entered the Tiffany & Co. store.
The walls were painted the Tiffany Blue
color and Rachel was in awe of the beautiful diamonds that filled each case.
She’d never been inside a Tiffany’s store before, but had heard all about them.
Apparently, in Westchester, every girl had something from Tiffany’s. All her
friends had the heart tag charm bracelet with their initials engraved on them.
The girls said they
The car speed down route 22
and onto I-684 with Z100 blaring over the radio. Rachel couldn’t help but
remember their infamous trip into NYC the previous weekend. This was a de ja
vous moment for her.
Rachel looked at the
orange-lit clock on the dashboard, which read 2:43PM, and she knew she only had
about two hours until she would have to be picked up from school. She knew she
would have to remember to keep an eye on her watch.
“What happened to you two
today?” Rachel asked, turning to Jess and Kate.
“Ugh, it was awful,” Kate,
answered. “They kept us in the office all afternoon.”
“But why?” asked Rachel.
Taryn turned down the music
so she could hear what they were saying.
“They thought we had
information on the whereabouts of this Benji guy,” Jen said.
“It was totally crazy. Like,
why would I ever call Benji? I don’t even know him or have his number,” Jen
said. “I think the police have gone mad.”
“They accused you of calling
him?” Rachel asked.
“Well, not exactly,”
answered Jen. “But it was weird how they asked us if we’ve been in touch with
him and said they’ve checked our phone records.”
“They did the same thing to
me,” Rachel said. “Luckily, I hadn’t talked to him since the night of the
fight.”
Rachel thought about what
she had just said, and got sad for a moment. She really missed Benji and so
desperately wanted to speak to him. She was still a little skeptical and creped
out that he called himself a vampire— but she wanted to at least talk to him,
warn him about what was going on at school. She wondered if he had any idea of
the repercussions he had caused.
Rachel looked out of the
window and saw a huge cement and stone building with a W and an M intertwined.
She figured that stood for Westchester Mall. Taryn turned up the music as they
entered the parking garage and pulled into a spot next to another BMW and a
Mercedes.
This was Rachel’s first time
at the famous Westchester Mall. Her friends had been telling her about this
mall since they’d met. Rachel was pumped she was finally here to experience the
mall for herself.
As the six girls entered the
big white and gold doors that led them into the mall, Rachel could smell the
potpourri smell that infused the air. They got onto the escalator and Rachel
looked up. It was the most beautiful mall she’d ever seen. It was four stories
of sheer bliss. She looked up at all the different floors and then up at the
ceiling, full of skylight windows. The ground floor of the mall had marble
tiling and each floor above it was beautifully carpeted. She couldn’t help but
feel like Annie, the first time she entered Mr. Warbucks’ house. She stood
there in awe of this place. It was the biggest and grandest building she’d ever
been in. She didn’t know where to go first.
The girls walked over to the
directory and started spitting out names of stores they wanted to hit. “Abercrombie,
Sephora, Louis Vuitton, Neiman Marcus, Nordstrom’s, Anthropology, Delia’s,
JCrew.” The list went on and on, and Rachel’s mind was spinning. Where was she?
She hadn’t heard of most of these stores, but she figured she’d go along for
the ride. She wasn’t really in the market for anything new— not to mention her
weekly allowance of $25 dollars probably wouldn’t get her far in this place.
Rachel looked at her watch:
it was 3:03pm and she had about an hour and a half until her mom would begin to
wonder where she was. The girls began to walk around the first floor, and they
entered the Tiffany & Co. store.
The walls were painted the Tiffany Blue
color and Rachel was in awe of the beautiful diamonds that filled each case.
She’d never been inside a Tiffany’s store before, but had heard all about them.
Apparently, in Westchester, every girl had something from Tiffany’s. All her
friends had the heart tag charm bracelet with their initials engraved on them.
The girls said they
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