Emily waits for Lona to pick her up. The girls decided they should get new clothes because school was just around the corner. Both girls wanted to look their best for their senior year of high shool. Emily sees Lona’s bright blue convertible approaching. Lona screams, “Look, what my parents got me for my eighteenth birtday.” Emily quickly hopes in, “Why didn’t you tell me over the phone?” The girls both get out of the car and walk into the mall.