Emma's Story: Chapter 16

Emma’s Story: Chapter 16
Samantha Jenkins

Mom pulled up to the front door of the mall and stopped the car. She rummaged around in her purse for a few seconds before turning back to face Abby and I. She handed me some cash. “You girls go have fun, and get some clothes. Abby, if you would be like the big sister that Emma doesn’t have and help steer her? I know that I’m her mother, but children are stubborn and don’t listen to their parents.”

Abby giggled. “Sure thing, Mrs. Fisher.” Abby glanced at me, and then back at mom. “Since you are giving her money, is there anything that you want us to pick up for her?”

“No, it’s more of a just in case,” Mom said. “Emma, anything that you don’t spend, I would like back, but if you girls get hungry, get something to eat.” Behind us, a horn honked. “You girls get going, and I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” Abby and I got out of the car and watched as mom drove away.

“Lets go shopping, sister.” Abby said, walking toward the door. With her being a little bit taller than me, I had to take large steps to catch up with her. “You’re not gonna dawdle like Nicole does when we go shopping, are you?”

“Nope,” I replied, catching up to her has she waited by the door. The warm air blowing around my legs felt nice and was still a relatively new sensation to me. “I want to find something to wear to school on the first day.” Abby stopped just inside the front door of the mall and because I was looking in a display window, I ran into the back of her.

“You’re starting school as Emma?” She asked, guiding me toward a bench.

“I don’t know,” I said, sitting. “I still need to talk to Dr. Williams about it.”

Abby glanced around the busy mall, knowing that there was a time and place for everything and this was neither for this discussion. “We should discuss this, but this is not the place for it.” Abby took my right hand in both of hers. “After I talked to Dr. Brown about possibly going to school as Abby, there was a lot of work that I had to do, and even more that daddy had to do before I could attend school as myself.” Abby paused and looked around the mall again. “What did you have in mind for your debut outfit?”

“Hmm…” I sat there in thought for a few seconds watching people walk by, “Definitely a skirt, or dress but I’m thinking a skirt and a blouse. I just don’t know what’s out there.”

“Well, lets go shopping rather than sitting here talking. Knowing you and I, we will end up getting something to eat later.” Abby said, standing, I watched as Abby turned a few heads of a group of guys that had walked by before they saw me and assumed I was her little sister. “We can a little bit then.”

“Ok,” I said, standing. My dress tickled my thighs as it fell back to my knees. I had goosebumps on my legs from the air conditioning, just as Abby had predicted, but my upper body was warm enough thanks to the cardigan that I had snatched from Rachel’s closet. “Good thinking on the sweater, Abby.”

Abby smiled. “I’ve been cold and then not been able to enjoy shopping. I guess I’m sort of your big sister, it’s my job to look out for you.” She stopped to look at map of the mall, trying to figure out our first move. Finally she looked down at me and smiled. “Follow me.” She turned and headed deeper into the mall. I stayed with her, not wanting to get lost. Finally we stopped outside of a popular shop for tween girls. In the window was a mannequin that had on a short royal blue plaid skirt and a royal blue tee shirt with the logo for the store on it. The skirt, I liked. The top, not so much…

“Hmm,” I said out loud, causing Abby to look at me. “I like the way the skirt looks, but not so much the way the top looks…” I said out loud for Abby’s benefit.

“You prefer plain tops?” Abby asked, walking through the door into the store.

I followed Abby in and gazed around the store. In one of the back corners hung a display of button down shirts. Not quite what I had in mind, but they would work. Abby followed me this time, toward the back of the store, where she finally saw the blouses. “I think a white button up top would look cute with that skirt.” I said, gazing at the choices in front of me.

“What about a plain blue tee shirt?” Abby asked, turning toward a display full of colorful tee shirts. She found a royal blue shirt, the same shade as the plaid in the skirt. Abby grabbed a skirt and held the two together on her so that I could see what the whole outfit looked like.

“Ok, we have a winner.” I said, while starting to giggle. Abby smiled and dropped the skirt and shirt over her arm. We looked around the store before finally checking out and walking toward the food court. Out of nowhere, Shane Barker and three of his friends blocked our path.

“Well if it isn’t Abby Jenkins and that little pansy Justin Fisher,” Shane sneered. Abby must have sensed something that I didn't’ because she pushed me toward a set of doors that led into the service corridor. She stopped momentarily to tear a map that listed the fire exits and various other safety features for the service corridor that we found ourselves in. Abby took my hand and then started running. As we turned the corner that would take us the same direction that we were already going, I heard the doors to the service corridor open and slam into the wall.



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