Have you ever bumped into someone on the street that you know, or rather wish you didn't know? That's how it feels to bump into popular and "Out-right gorgeous" Maria Westbrook. Those two initials spelt royalty at the school, and to even glance at her would mean that you had something against the way she was dressed, or how her make-up was smeared just above the eyebrows, or maybe her goody-two-shoes attitude in front of the teachers, and complete dictation out of the classroom. Never mind all that now though, back to the main point of meeting her randomly.
It was a warm day; the sun had just begun to shine over the dreary land, as if some graceful mother welcoming her children in the morning. Weird? Yeah, I thought so. It comes with my writing of poems.
Anyway, the ground was still wet... with water and stuff, you know? I just happened to be walking with my head down that day, trying more to focus on my new Nikko cell phone than the stuck up M.W. that was heading right my way. Instinctively, I looked up at the last minute, before colliding into this high head walking diva, sending her into the water bellow. Of course, like in every story or movie, she was wearing some really expensive clothing that was a little more than over priced, made out of zebra skin or something like that.
If I was to tell you the truth though, the cloths may have actually been expensive, but they in no way appeared any different than the normal dress you would wear to church. Sure it had a fancy name tag, but what does that matter when you get the same thing for about $100 less from the market store just down the street. Enough of my ranting, and back to the actual point of this prelude.
Maria, now soaked from head to toe, lying on her as-, I mean butt in water, was now franticly yelling as if someone had shot her dog, or stolen her purse. I personally would rather have shot her dog for how ugly that thing was. Anyway, some people come over to me asking what had happened to her, all I said was that she had bumped into me, and splashed water all on her pretty new dress. Got some dirty looks sure, but I never thought that I would have too... wait; I'll get to that part in a second.
“I can’t believe you!” She yelled out, finding it hard to stand up in a dress that covered nearly all the way down to her ankles. I shrug my shoulders, and offered her my hand.
“Do you have any idea how much this dress cost?” She asked, full of rage. I shrug my shoulders one more time.