"Sorry no thanks, I just wanted to see if anyone was even in here and..." Mathilde trailed off. The lady gave a low grunt and went back to reading her book. Mathilde walked down to the end of the row of clothes. Until now she hadn't realized the smell of cigarettes and flowery perfume and it hit her like a bowling ball. (If you can imagine a 19 year old girl being hit by a bowling ball in the middle of a thrift shop in Soho.) It was sickening. As the minutes passed by she got used to it. That night she just went crazy, as it got later into the night, the music just got louder. The smells, well, they just got stronger. Before she knew it she was bouncing around the town, which now felt like her home. She danced with people, she drank, she shopped, and then she danced more. Before she knew it, morning had arrived and she was still awake. That day she did the same thing, she shopped more- though most of her money was out, but she didn’t really care anymore. One thing caught her eye in a little dinky shop. She walked in mostly to get a break from the heat, but while circling around the musty racks something actually did find her. One blue heel was poking out from a shiny spandex pant leg. I need a pair of heels, she thought as she looked down at her army green converse that were splattered with orange fluid. It didn’t look pleasant. Just two months ago she picked out her jeans and shirt. Her jeans were plain black and her shirt was white cable knitted. Her drab hair was back back in a high ponytail. Ew. How she even learned to deal with herself, she didn’t know. She yanked the deep blue heel out of the stash of clothes and other things. She was pretty sure she felt something scatter over her hand. It has just been a long night, she thought with a shake of her head. As it happily turned out the heel was intact and seconds later the matching pair popped up. (Well, they didn’t literally pop up-- talk about a rodent problem.) She sat down against a pile of old records and examined them. They had white stripes around the edges and an anchor was, well, anchored (sorry, I just couldn’t help myself) in the middle of a red bow. They were adorable, and, wait for it, she slipped the shoe on, they fit perfectly! She stuck her leg out and admired it, wow, these make my legs look nice, she thought. She kept admiring herself, but eventually got up because a mysterious liquid was seeping from a nearby wall. She walked in them, it was easier than she thought it would be, partially because there was a wedge. She bought them. Expecting them to be expensive she pulled out a 20 and a 10 dollar bill, but the drunken lady at the counter only took about 12 dollars. Wow, cheap, she thought.
Did you write that? It's really good :)
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