Plain-Jane
All it had been was a snowy biting your toes cold day in late January, A girl in a red dress with black stockings and Mary Jane’s that clicked against the sidewalk of the hard city street. She smiled; 5th avenue was he
r favorite place through out the whole city. She listened to the hustle and bustle of those getting of the 4 o’ clock train and those who couldn’t afford the many expensive shops fantasizing about the beautiful things they could buy. Fortunately the girl was very wealthy and walked in to Tiffany’s with her head held high, soon after she walked in she was drawn to a necklace sitting on the front counter. It was rose gold with silver diamonds going up the chain. Her eyes widened, this was the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. “I must have it,” she mumbled, her eyes searching the store looking for an associate to help her.
“Yes dear?” A tall red headed woman swaggered on over to her. She was elegant looking, she has this shiny crimson colored hair that just fell perfectly in to place, and her eyes were the color of an emerald. They seemed to just peer in to you and know exactly what you were thinking. Her slim figure fit the clothes on her body perfectly. She was memorizing.
“Um, yes actually I would like to know the price of this necklace” she managed to spit out, stuttering on her words pulling on her hair.
“Ah, what a beautiful necklace that is” the woman smiled “Expensive, but all worth to feel beautiful, don’t you agree?” said the red haired, green-eyed woman. A Cheshire cat smile grew on her face and seemed to make her eyes just a teeny bit smaller.
“Of course” she said with a lack of confidence in her voice. The woman picked the necklace out of the case and put it on the girl. She took a mirror out and showed her the necklace on her,
“You look beautiful” she breathed, her voice rich like chocolate pulling you in to her web. But the girl persisted on,
“How much is it?” she said, this time more forceful but still intimidated by this woman. The woman’s eyes narrowed
“I know a girl like you doesn’t care about the price” The girl raised an eyebrow
“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, annoyed at the assumptions made by the beautiful woman.
“I mean that daddy will pay for this treasure for you!” the tall woman exclaimed. The woman smiled and said
“I know you, and I know this necklace would make you happier than anything in the world right now.” She touched the young girl’s shoulder. As the woman spoke she seemed to be getting taller and taller and her eyes got wider and wider. The girl backed away brushing the woman’s fingers off her shoulder. She felt the necklace around her neck and breathed in slowly. She reached around to take off the necklace and the woman dove behind her.
“Why take it off? You can keep it on show off your new necklace to the whole world. After all material is the best prize, right” the woman was getting taller and taller until her head was almost touching the ceiling. She was so alluring; she knew what she should do. Take off the necklace and say no thank you, how hard is that? But as the seconds went by the necklace got prettier and prettier and the woman got taller and taller.
“How much?” the girl breathed out again, she was so tempted to give in. Buy the necklace. “You don’t want to know,” said the woman.
“You want to buy it without the guilt, what are daddy and mummy going to care?” she hissed out. Suddenly the girl’s attention was averted outside. A woman and were looking, window-shopping. The rips in their clothing and knots in their hair showed nothing but the sign or people who didn’t have enough to buy food to keep on the table. But they were smiling, and not a Cheshire cat smile. A bright smile that was only brought about by anything non-materialistic and suddenly the saleswoman began to shrink. She shrunk and shrunk so much that she was smaller than the counter top and couldn’t see over the edge.
“Thank you, but I won’t be needing this.” Said the girl with a confident air. She took off the necklace set it on the counter top and walked.
r favorite place through out the whole city. She listened to the hustle and bustle of those getting of the 4 o’ clock train and those who couldn’t afford the many expensive shops fantasizing about the beautiful things they could buy. Fortunately the girl was very wealthy and walked in to Tiffany’s with her head held high, soon after she walked in she was drawn to a necklace sitting on the front counter. It was rose gold with silver diamonds going up the chain. Her eyes widened, this was the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. “I must have it,” she mumbled, her eyes searching the store looking for an associate to help her.
“Yes dear?” A tall red headed woman swaggered on over to her. She was elegant looking, she has this shiny crimson colored hair that just fell perfectly in to place, and her eyes were the color of an emerald. They seemed to just peer in to you and know exactly what you were thinking. Her slim figure fit the clothes on her body perfectly. She was memorizing.
“Um, yes actually I would like to know the price of this necklace” she managed to spit out, stuttering on her words pulling on her hair.
“Ah, what a beautiful necklace that is” the woman smiled “Expensive, but all worth to feel beautiful, don’t you agree?” said the red haired, green-eyed woman. A Cheshire cat smile grew on her face and seemed to make her eyes just a teeny bit smaller.
“Of course” she said with a lack of confidence in her voice. The woman picked the necklace out of the case and put it on the girl. She took a mirror out and showed her the necklace on her,
“You look beautiful” she breathed, her voice rich like chocolate pulling you in to her web. But the girl persisted on,
“How much is it?” she said, this time more forceful but still intimidated by this woman. The woman’s eyes narrowed
“I know a girl like you doesn’t care about the price” The girl raised an eyebrow
“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, annoyed at the assumptions made by the beautiful woman.
“I mean that daddy will pay for this treasure for you!” the tall woman exclaimed. The woman smiled and said
“I know you, and I know this necklace would make you happier than anything in the world right now.” She touched the young girl’s shoulder. As the woman spoke she seemed to be getting taller and taller and her eyes got wider and wider. The girl backed away brushing the woman’s fingers off her shoulder. She felt the necklace around her neck and breathed in slowly. She reached around to take off the necklace and the woman dove behind her.
“Why take it off? You can keep it on show off your new necklace to the whole world. After all material is the best prize, right” the woman was getting taller and taller until her head was almost touching the ceiling. She was so alluring; she knew what she should do. Take off the necklace and say no thank you, how hard is that? But as the seconds went by the necklace got prettier and prettier and the woman got taller and taller.
“How much?” the girl breathed out again, she was so tempted to give in. Buy the necklace. “You don’t want to know,” said the woman.
“You want to buy it without the guilt, what are daddy and mummy going to care?” she hissed out. Suddenly the girl’s attention was averted outside. A woman and were looking, window-shopping. The rips in their clothing and knots in their hair showed nothing but the sign or people who didn’t have enough to buy food to keep on the table. But they were smiling, and not a Cheshire cat smile. A bright smile that was only brought about by anything non-materialistic and suddenly the saleswoman began to shrink. She shrunk and shrunk so much that she was smaller than the counter top and couldn’t see over the edge.
“Thank you, but I won’t be needing this.” Said the girl with a confident air. She took off the necklace set it on the counter top and walked.