~*Jenn's point of view*~
I climbed behind the steering wheel of my car. Alex plopped down into the passenger's seat. "To the mall?" I asked.
"I guess so...we've got nowhere else to go," Alex said.
"Okay." I turned on the car and pulled out of the driveway. Minutes later, we parked and were entering the mall. After paying for our milkshakes, we sat down at a table in the food court.
"We really need a way to get to the Hanson concert," Alex told me.
"Duh," I rolled my eyes. "We've already established that fact my friend."
"Well you smartass, do you have a plan?" Alex poked me.
I pushed her accusing finger away and mumbled a negative response.
"Thought so," she sat back in her chair and smiled.
"Well that didn't get us anywhere," I said, waiting for my milkshake to melt down a bit. It was too thick to drink through a straw. Alex was already eating hers with a spoon.
Somebody came running by our table, nearly knocking over my milkshake, but I caught it just in time. "Hey! What---" I began to turn around to yell at whoever just did that, but stopped when I saw it was only a little girl with long blonde hair.
"I'm sorry!" The girl formed her lips into a pout, prepared to cry.
"Oh don't worry about it! It's okay...no harm done," I told her.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Of course..it's okay, it didn't spill at all...see?" I pointed at my milkshake. I gave her a smile and she smiled back.
A woman with two blonde Dutch buns, one on each side of her head, appeared beside the little girl. Probably her mother.
The woman took the girl's hand. "I told you not to run off Avie! See what happens when you don't stay with me?" The little girl nodded. "I'm sorry...was she bothering you?" The woman asked us.
"No....not at all," Alex told her. I nodded in agreement.
"All right," the woman busily collected the little boy and baby stroller that she had next to her. Taking care that the girl was with her, she walked slowly towards the stores. She stopped every 15 feet to make sure that the little ones were keeping up.
"The little girl was so cute," I said.
"I know..." Alex agreed, "she looks like my cousin." Alex spooned more milkshake into her mouth.
Deciding that my milkshake was liquid enough to eat, I ran over to the condements counter for a straw. The woman and her children that we had just seen were a few feet away, looking in the window of a toy store.
"Mommy....I want that!" A girl that was presumably the oldest child of the children there, pointed at a Barbie. I guessed that she was about 10 years old. She held the girl who had hit our table's hand, and the little boy stood beside them, quietly mesmerized by his tiny fingers.
"No Jessie...you're birthday is coming up...you'll have to wait until then," her mother told her.
"But I want it now! Everybody has that Barbie except me!" The girl whined.
"Not today," the Dutch bun lady said.
"Well I want it Mom!" The girl persisted.
"I said no!" The mother insisted.
Finally, the girl ran into the toy store.
"Jessica Hanson! Get back here!" The woman herded her children into the store after her daughter.
Ha...those kids almost look like they could be Hanson's little brothers and sisters, I thought, but that's stupid...the Hanson brothers don't even have other siblings...I think... I wished I knew more about the personal lives of Hanson...instead of just their music.
I grabbed a straw and headed back to the table. My milkshake was watery and Alex was almost done. I sighed, and glanced suspiciously at the blonde family in the toy store window. I smiled when I saw the woman buying a Barbie with a young girl beaming happily at her side.
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