The "Walking Snowman"

I went over to my friend's house after school. It all started on a Friday when she came out of the bathroom. I finished off painting my nails, I looked up and almost spilt half of the bottle on her bedsheets. I saw a walking snowman, and realised it was my friend. She was wearing a white cocktail dress with laces and little flowers embodied on the hems and to tell you the truth she looks absolutely HORRIBLE. She twirled around, showing off her dress. I was careful not to burst out laughing or scream in horror.

"I got it on sale the other day! I gathered up ALL my pocket money and bought it just like that!" she boasted and snapped her fingers. I forced a smile on my face, "You look FAB!" I gushed with sweetness. She had a smile plastered on her face as well as I did. She said we should go shopping, I agreed and got out of my school uniform. I pulled on my tank top and a pair of jeans.

"You're going in that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even. She looked at her dress with worry. "No, no! It looks GREAT!" I lied and snatched my cell phone out of my bag when she added some finishing touches. This sort of things were definitely gossip-worthy. I texted all my friends explaining what happened and told them to go to the mall. I quickly slid my phone back inside just in time.

By the time we got to the mall, almost all of our friends were there "shopping". Everyone was staring at her and pointing at her. There was a sudden cry of laughter and soon ALL the shoppers were laughing at her (Shopkeepers included). I saw her blush deeply and she went dashing to the nearest bathroom. I ran in after her. I heard gasps of someone trying to breathe and muffled crying noises. I lookes in my bag for some sort of saviour-my jumper. She thanked me greatfully and we shopped all day, non-stop.