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I sit on my bed, wondering what to write for the 2nd day of my challenge. It occurs to me that the past couple of days were quite interesting and so I decide to do that.

I then realise that the past two days were mostly spent shopping for clothes. "Perhaps maybe in a narrative form?" I think to myself. The challenge tonight is to make the shopping interesting. Let's do that.


Belfyre entered the recently-opened H&M, trailing after her mother and aunts who had, in their excitement, run into the store. "Why is everything so bright," she asked herself, willing her eyes not to squint in the glare of artificial lighting reflected on shiny white floor tiles.

The first pieces of clothing she sees are dresses and blouses, neither of which she wore often. She did like how surprised people would be when she did wear them, and kept a few choice pieces she could wear over and over without offending the fashion gods. Not that she worshiped them like some of her friends did. She respected them without feeling the need to appease them constantly.

After reminding her mother that she didn't need yet another striped shirt, she went on to explore the rest of the store. Well, the rest of the front. Spotting the escalator towards the rear, she wondered just how many clothes were designed so they could fit the whole area.

Going from one rack of clothing to another, she deemed most of the clothes either too-old looking, too formal, too casual, or 'just not me'. Until she set her eyes on a black faux leather jacket. She fell in love instantly.

The sheen on the faux leather was just enough to be eye-catching, but not so much as to make the whole ensemble look tacky. The zipper pockets were large enough for her hands to comfortably rest inside. Any way she would wear it, whether just on, zipped up halfway or up to the end, made her looked like a Greaser with a capital G for the musical. She loved it. Then she looked at the price tag.

Her mind raced. There has /got/ to be a way for her to own that jacket. Knowing these stores, they'll either run out of her size, run out of stock completely, or change collection soon. She couldn't look for it in other stores because that was the only H&M in the country so far. And then it clicked.

Her birthday was near. She then whipped out her phone and texted her dad, asking him if the jacket could be his gift to her. Seconds later, her father called, asking if she was willing to get the faux leather jacket instead of the Portal bag from ThinkGeek she asked for a few days before. Belfer paused. She had forgotten about that particular request. "Bag or jacket," she thought. "Bag or jacket or bag or jacket or bag or jacket?"

"Jacket," she said firmly, clutching her phone. "I want the jacket, please." She knows she could get the bag some other time. It's usually available, which is something the jacket isn't. Her father allowed it.

That evening, she put on her sweet loot and smiled, thinking about all the cosplay she could now do with that jacket.

I stare at how I ended that little entry and cringe. However it is almost 10pm and as I have a lot of things to do tomorrow, I let it be.

I had chosen a title for this entry based on a Homestuck fanfic I'm currently reading. Although I really shouldn't because there are other things I should be reading.
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