Chapter One:
Something I do with my friends, Tess and Jessica, after school every Friday is go to the mall and hit up all the shops. After the tenth Friday, we became regulars and everyone basically knows us and our names. It's like we run the place. No—it's not because my Daddy owns Lombardi Mall. That's not it at all. The workers there don't need to know I'm Murphy Lombardi, daughter of Richard Lombardi, owner of Lombardi Mall. In fact, if I used that as some sort of way to get a discount from one of the stores, the employee that gave me the discount and I would both get in trouble if he were ever to find out. It was one of his "Top Rules". Not that it really mattered, though, because I was my Daddy's only daughter and his Number One Girl. If I asked for money, of course I would get it because he'd never deny me of it. I'd use my sweetest smile and widened my sapphire eyes for a cute, puppy look that worked so well. It had that effect on almost everyone I gave that expression to. I'm not even lying. It's how I get my way.
I know what you're probably thinking, Oh, she's such a snobby girl. Well, yes, if you use rich and popular as you definition of snobby then I would be, but it doesn't mean I'm a mean person. I'm just a girl with high standards from a wealthy family who gets what she wants. I don't see anything wrong with that. I'm just happy and I won't try to drag my great reputation down by socializing with the people that are lower than me. That's why I hang-out with the other rich, popular people. Take for instance, Tess and Jessica. They are my best friends. Tess's parents run The Mauve Spot which is like the best restaurant in town. Everyone go there; it's always packed. Jessica's mom is an attorney who makes nearly a quarter million a year. She even has a commercial on the local channels. I would say that they are worthy to be let into my group. Also, they have a super-awesome sense of fashion. From Marc Jacobs to Gucci to Prada to Ralph Lauren to Calvin Klein—we own it all and everything in between and outside those lines.
We parked as close to the entrance as we could because it would've hurt to walk all that way. Of course Tess suggested it. She is like… the smart one in our group. You could tell because she wears glasses… I told her she should get contact lenses, but apparently her eyes aren't ready for them. Whatever.
"So… Where should we stop by first??" I asked as Jessica parked her Volvo in the spot.
"I think Teresa Rossi. Definitely Teresa Rossi," suggested Tess. This surprised me. Since when did we shop there??
"Since when did we shop there??"
I could see her roll her eyes even under those glasses. She swept a lock of her auburn hair behind her ear. "Well… It's Spring and I want to get some dresses there because they're cute!"
"Poor people shop there…" I murmured. I didn't want to sound rude, but it was true! The highest priced item there was a one hundred and twenty dollar dress, and it wasn't a "good" one. "Good" meaning from the top fashion designers! I refuse to buy something without getting the best! Why settle for less than the best??
"Pfft. Wow, Murphy…" I heard Jessica scoffed. She always did that to me. It always made me mad.
"Wow what?"
"I don't think it matters who shops there... I think it matters what's there."
"And it's poor people clothes there!" She scoffed again. It was really irritating me! What did I say that was so bad?
"Whatever. Let's go, anyway. I heard the dresses around Springtime were actually cute. Maybe we should check it out. I saw Joan Andrews wearing one of them and she looked adorable."
Tess looked at me like she was disappointed. How lame. I love Tess, but she cannot pull off my look. "Oh. Alright, but we stop by Bloomingdale's first."
They both nodded in agreement and we got out of the car.
I'm not writing something to be original or published. I'm writing something that I think I could write and I would actually like to read it myself.
I'm hoping to finish writing a novel by the time I'm 14. I'm 12 now... ALMOST 13.
Orignal From: Rough draft for beginning of my novel. Help? Advice? Opinions?
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