Krissy’s blue convertible pulled up in our driveway. Everyday we took turns driving to school, since I had the same car in pink.
As I hopped in I scanned her outfit. She was wearing a white abercrombie polo with little black mooses’s all over it. She had hollister jeans, a pacsun belt, and hot topic sunglasses. Her blonde hair was straightend, and blowing in the wind.
“Cute!” I cried as she started the car. “What about me?”
She scanned my magenta abercrombie tanktop, pink aeropastel hoodie, hollister jeans, short chocolate uggs, and scrunched half-up, half-down, blonde hair.
“Amazing, get in!”
We rode off to school, looking great, at 7:00 in the morning.