Spur of the Moment
We walked down the mall chatting away like girls do. I was sipping on a smoothie while holding my handbag in my elbow. I was wearing tan short-shorts that ended less than halfway to my knees leaving creamy, lightly tanned and toned legs bare. I had on a simple grey halter top with thin straps and was very skinny like many thirteen-year olds. I had long, fine, dark, dark reddish hair from a bottle that swayed girlishly across my back and framed my face with high cheekbones. I loved the way that the air conditioning in the mall and my walking would gently sway some locks across my head, lightly tickling me.
Occasionally I took the liberty to look at my friend Chloe next to me. A blonde who was pretty much my same size with a soft, cute face. She wore tan short-shorts and a white short-sleeved T. Her envious, long blonde hair was in a high-pony held in place with a shiny black scrunchie made of latex. There were a few whispy strands of pale blond hair at the bottom of the back of he