"Mark, did they get the couch inside yet?" Heather called to her husband.
They had gotten to Florida earlier that day. The "really slow" moving men, as Heather called them, were taking their precious time getting the furniture in the house.
"Yeah, they're just getting the end-tables now!" Heather heard Mark say.He came out from the moving van. "Well, they got the last of it. Now we need to grab something to eat."
At that moment, Heather's stomach growled. "Yeah, I agree. Where should we go? Fast food or a restaurant?"
"Restaurant. I'm definately not in the mood for greasy stuff." Mark replied. He pulled something out of his back pocket. "I found this flyer for a place called Wing City. Wanna go there?
Heather's mouth watered. "Sure, that's fine with me. As long as it has air conditioning." Seeing how it was Florida, it was hot and humid. Heather and Mark were used to it, though. After all, this is where they lived, and met each other.
Heather took the flyer from Mark. "Hey, this says Coral Square MALL is right across the street from Wing City."
Mark inwardly groaned. He knew what was next.
"Wanna go shopping?"
Jessica was keeping her head down as she and her new "friends" walked through the mall. Jessica didn't want to seem ungrateful, but it seemed there was something more to this friendship and she didn't know what. They were nice, but they wanted something.
Jessica didn't want to face what that "something" was.
"Jess, why are you staring at the ground?" Jackie asked her.
Jessica had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. They had talked about this 50 gazillion times.
"Jackie, now that it has made the news that I'm missing and that I went to the south, don't you think people are going to be looking for me? And since I am kinda famous, the might recognize me.
A look of understanding dawned on Jackie's face. Jessica shook her head. These people were not who she thought they were. But she couldn't go home. Everyone at home was mad at her, right?
Next to them sat an empty bown where all the chicken wings once sat.
"I can't belive we ate all that." Mark said. "You put away a lot more than I thought."
Heather nodded. Then she sat up a little, remembering something.
"Hey, that must be the mall." she remarked, pointing out the huge glass window to a large, lit up building.
Mark waited for the "so, ready to shop?"
"So, ready to shop?" Heather asked.
Mark chuckled. He knew her like the back of his hand. "Fine, we need to get some stuff for the house anyway. We can look in the furniture stores if they have any."
Heather jumped up and grabbed her purse. "Great!"
They went to the register to pay, then exited the restaurant.
Mark fished around in his pocket for his keys. "Ah, there they are." he said as he puled them out.
He and Heather got in the car and were quiet through the short drive to the mall. They decided to go in the entrence of Burdines Home Gallery, so they could look at some things
for their house.
They tried to enter a music store but there was a group of kids standing in the way. One boy bumped into her, knocking all her stuff onto the floor.
"Great!" she exclaimed. She and Mark knelt over to pick the bags up, and the boy that bumped into her bent over to help her.
"Hey, sorry. I...we..we were just messing around." The boy took a closer look at her.
"HEY! You're Isaac Hanson's wife!"
A girl sitting off to the side looked up quickly. She saw Heather and gasped. The boy looked over to her, and in an instant, the group of friends had managed to block Heather's view of the girl.
"Excuse me." she said, trying to push through the crowd.
"Are you really Isaac's wife? I'm Hanson's biggest fan, ya know." a girl with black hair said.
"No, I'm not Isaac's wife. I'm Alexis's twin sister." she said. She craned her neck, but didn't see the girl, who she thought was Jessica, anymore.
Then Mark noticed a girl quietly slipping away from the group. "Jessica?" he called.
The girl spun around and Mark and Heather got a clear look of her face. It was the missing Jessica.
