“Good morning good morning everyone! And what a beautiful morning it is. The weather is improving as we approach Spring. Today we might have a 20% chance of rain but that's it. We have a wonderful line up of music for your listening enjoyment. We’ll have some Janet Jackson, Mandy Moore, Enya and much more. Now here‘s a song by Janet Jackson called All for you on Mix 104.3.” The radio announcer didn’t even get to start the song before a shoe came from nowhere. It knocked the radio off the bed stand but it landed lightly and continued with the song.

Meela muttered something under her breath and threw off her covers. She picked up the radio and dropped it from a higher distance. It slowed down and then was silent.

Meela muttered something that cannot be repeated and said, “See that you don’t play Janet Jackson to me in the morning again.” She kicked the radio again, just for good measure.

She pulled on some black athletic pants and a white sleeveless shirt and went into the kitchen.

When Meela had finally found some AppleJacks to eat, she went into her office and shifted through her papers. She took a bite of her cereal and frowned at it.

“I wonder why they call these things AppleJacks? They don’t taste like apple.” She shrugged it off.

She finished signing some papers and then wandered into the living room.

Meela flopped onto the couch and started flipping channels.

“Soap opera, soap opera, soap opera, commercial. Ah some Jerry Springer, fun.” She stayed on Jerry Springer, finished her cereal and did absolutely nothing.

Well, Meela wastes another hour in which nothing happens. I shall now move you forward to around 10:00 when she gets a call from Noin.

Meela grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey Meela. Whatcha doing?”

“Um, watching this guy who divorced his wife so he could marry his dog. It’s pretty amusing so whatever you have to say you'd better make it quick.”

“Alright I’ll hurry so you can get back to the Jerry Springer marathon. I was wondering if you wanted to come to town with us. We’ll do the works, shopping, looking for cute guys, hanging out.”

“Looking for cute guys? Don’t tell me your already bored with your husband? I told you not to make decisions so fast Noin. You have to think about these things.”

Noin laughed, “Alright no cute guys but shopping. Just hanging out. Being normal.”

Meela sighed. She didn’t really like these little outings very much but she now the guy who wanted to marry his dog was claiming that his wife was speciesist so, oh well.. “Sure, who’s coming?”

“Well, lets see. Arys, Hilde, Catherine, Sally maybe, Me, you. That's it,” Noin said

Meela groaned inwardly. Catherine was Trowa’s ditzy sister and if Meela had to spend over twenty seconds with her, she might have to seriously maim her.

“Yeah, I‘m in. When are we going?”

“Soon. I’ll come pick you up.”

“Alright. See ya then.”

“Later.”

Twenty minuets later, you will find Meela in Noin’s van, with Arys Walker, Catherine Bloom, Hilde Schweiker (Sally hadn’t been able to come) on their way to the mall.

“You know, I absolutely hate this place.” Meela said. She was dressed casually in jeans with a black shirt on and a black coat over that. She pushed her sun glasses down on her nose and looked around at the crowded parking lot.

“Come on Meela,” Arys said putting her arm around Meela’s shoulder, leading her towards the entrance. “This’ll be fun. I promise.”

“If your wrong Arys, can I hurt you?”

Arys rolled her eyes and they went through the swinging doors.

“So what do we do first?” Catherine said overly cheerfully. She had bounced through the doors telling them all about her new boyfriend, which Meela had no interest in what-so-ever, While Catherine went willingly through the doors, Meela had been led through them by Hilde and Arys.

“Well, lets see.” Noin glanced around. “Shopping. And Meela don’t give me that glare, your going to get something new if it kills you. Come on.”

Meela glared at Noin, but followed them.

“And did I mention how sweet he is? He bought me a dozen roses. He didn’t even know I love roses and that's why I think we were meant for each other. He is so sweet! I just adore him!” Catherine said for about the hundredth time.

Meela rolled her eyes “Catherine, that's what you said about the guy who got you daisies.”

“He was last weeks model. Get it right Meela.” Arys said grinning at Hilde who laughed.

Meela snorted, Noin glared at Arys. “Be nice.”

“Sorry.” Arys said still grinning evilly.

Cathy just looked confused.

“Come on,” Hilde said. “Lets go in here.” They entered a store called The Buckle.

It is now 1:00. After the girls went into The Buckle, they went on to the Gap, JC Penny, and Zumies. Noin is still determined to get Meela something new, but so far it hasn’t been working out so well. I’ll leave you with them in Cafe court.

Meela sat down. “My feet are killing me. I swear we have been through this whole mall about thirty times.”
“Actually,” Cathy said. “We haven't gone to Pacific Wave yet.”

“Believe her Mee,” Arys said plopping herself down by Meela. “No one knows this mall better than Cathy.”

“Well, one thing, you still haven't bought anything yet, Meela, and that was our goal.”

“Yeah, if I’m going to win the bet, you have to buy something in the next thirty minuets.” Hilde said. The second after she had said it, Hilde turned red.

Meela slowly lifted her head to look at Hilde. “Pardon?”

Noin sighed. “We were betting on when you would finally get something. I bet right off, just so you would get everyone off you back. Arys bet around an hour ago. Hilde bet two o’ clock. And Cathy didn’t bet.”

“Ahh,“ Meela said calmly. “So that was why you shoved me up to the counter with a shirt that hadn’t even looked at, Arys.” Meela shook her head and chuckled. “The people I hang out with.”

So the GW girls order lunch and sit around until everyone’s bet had expired. Meela said that she didn’t want anyone to win. And Meela bored as ever slogged her way around with the others to Pacific Wave.

In Pacific Wave.

“I think this would look cute on you Hilde!” Cathy said excited. “And, its half off!”

Meela detected a hint of triumph in her voice.

“And now for you.” Cathy said walking up to Meela who was slouched in one of the plastic chairs that were in the store.

“Um...” Meela started, but she didn’t get to finish her sentence before she was dragged off by Cathy who once in awhile would stop at a rack and hold a shirt up to Meela, mumble something about either color, style or brand.

‘Do you like this one?” Cathy asked holding a green shirt up to Meela.

‘Do you really have to ask?”

Cathy sighed. “You’re being really difficult, you know that?”

‘As a matter of fact, I do. Cathy, I mean this kind of stuff, I wouldn’t wear it.” Meela said holding up a pink spaghetti-strap with ‘cutie’ on it. “I don’t know but it’s not me.”

“Well...” Cathy didn’t finish her sentence because she suddenly rushed off.

Meela looked around confused, “Umm...yeah.” She shrugged it off and wandered around the store looking at stuff.

She went up to a rack of shirts looked at one absentmindedly, put it down, started to move off, then stopped and turned and looked at the shirt more closely.

It was blue and on the front, it had the Superman sign on it but under the sign it had Supergirl written in cursive on it.

She turned it over, intrigued, and on the back it had, ‘Here to save the world’.

“Now this is my kind of shirt.” Meela said to herself. “If I have to get something, it might as well be this.”

Meela walked up to the counter and bought the shirt.

“Hmm,” she thought to herself, “Wouldn’t Cathy be proud. On sale.”

When Meela walked out of the store everyone was sitting on the benches placed in the mall.

“Where were you...” Cathy started, but stopped when she saw the bag.

Meela tossed the bag to Noin who caught it.

“There you go,” Meela smiled. “Just look inside.”

Noin did and burst out laughing. “You have style Meela,” Noin said holding the shirt up for the others to see.

Arys grinned. “Supergirl. Well, at least it’s better than Cutie or something like that.”

As they were walking out of the mall. Meela saw, on one of those big T.V. screens, a commercial for AppleJacks. As you will recall, Meela at the beginning of this story, was wondering about why Applejacks are called Applejacks when they taste nothing like apple.

Meela paused and looked at the screen.

“Why do you guys eat those? They don’t even taste like apple.” The dad said.

There was a long pause. One of the kids said. “We just do.”

“We eat what we like!” The commercial ended.

Meela smiled and shook her head.

I know I know. The only reason you read the whole thing was you were expecting some clever ending. Sorry, that’s all you get. And now that I have sufficiently wasted your time, you may now go back to reading good stories. ; )