It was spring break and my mom and I were going grad dress shopping. I was graduating from the junior high this year and I had no idea what I was going to wear. All the girls were going to be wearing dresses. You see, I'm the type of girl that would rather wear basketball shorts and a hoodie, not a dress. In my fourteen years, I think I've only wore a dress two or three times. Except the days that my mom would dress me up in dresses and skirts when I was like four.
We were in a store called Pink, and honestly I don't think I've ever been in store that has had as much dresses and pink things as this one. Everywhere I looked was pink, dresses or something really girly. Totally not my type.
My mom walked over to a rack of dresses beside the counter. She picked one out and turned around to face me. "What about this one sweetie?"
The dress was pink with bright yellow flowers and was very frilly. "Mom, what is that? I'm fourteen not four. Geez!" I exclaimed.
"Sarah, this dress is pretty decent. You're only going to be wearing it for about an hour or two."
"Umm.. No mom, just no." I replied as I went over to another rack of dresses. I picked up a pink one that didn't have straps. It was a halter top kinda thing.
"Do you like that one?" My mom said hesitantly.
"Yeah, i suppose. It's definitely better than that little toddler dress you liked."
"Well I guess... But are you sure you want that?"
"Nope, but I'd rather wear this than any other dress." I shot back at my mom.
"Okay, well go and see if you can try it on."
"Fine." I went over and asked the lady at the counter if I could use the fitting rooms. She got keys and unlocked one of the rooms for me.
I put the dress on and came out.
"So, whatdya think?"
"Well, let's see. I don't think you have it on right. I'll go ask for some advice."
