Izza
Izza stood in line, waiting to be rung up like umpteen other customers. The Westfield mall was so crowded this time of year. Last minute shopping is a pain! She looked down at her pile of gifts: a Ralph Lauren sweater for each of her best friends, Casey, Jen and Elle, a watch for her boyfriend, Toby, and a box of chocolates for her teacher, Mrs. Cassidy.
“Ugggh!â? she thought, “forgot Aunt Jill!â? Izza looked back at the ever-increasing line and sighed. She stepped out and began walking.
“Hello! May I help you?â? exclaimed the overly perky sales clerk. Her name tag read Carina.
“Umm…Yeah.â? Izza began, “I’m looking for a gift for my Aunt.â? Carina pulled out a strawberry-banana flavored smackers out of her pocket and dabbed some on her lips. The cap shut with a snap sound.
“I have the perfect thing!â? Carina practically shouted. “Follow me!â? she sped through the colorful aisles and displays. Izza followed. She stopped at one filled with wooden ducks.
“We just got them in from Canada. Fabulous, right!â?