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| 07:20pm 16/05/2008 |
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Stacee looked at her prom dress. The sparkly black thing made her smile. She shoved it in the black garbage bag along with a couple other skirts and dress shoes. They would all go to Skippy's Freebies, the local charity house. Anyone could go in and get free things, if they needed it. She grabbed a couple fairly new stuffed animals and stuck them as well. The only things she saved where things she loved and none of those were suitable to give away anyway. Her old bunny Hopsy was supposed to be white, but after so many washes was a mix of brown and pink, her cat, Snuggles, was missing an eye, and Cinnamon, her bear had a stain of sticky stuff on her nose that wouldn't come off. Even her favorite clothes weren't giveaway worthy, her favorite pants had flannel patches on the knees and several artful drawings of stick people and animals, like tatzelworms or kitty dragons. She smiled at her books. They were never in danger of being given away. Her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Emily said.
"What's up?"
"I feel horrible. I have to clean my room. I need you to come over and help me, it's impossible by myself."
"Ok," Stacee shrugged. She slung the bag over her shoulder. She could drop it off on the way to Emily's house.
Stacee made her way to Skippy's Freebies. She drug the bag in and looked around. She loved to see all the random assorted things, like tshirts from obscure locations and skirts from the 1980s.
"Thanks," Jamie, the girl at Skippy's Freebies said. "Can I have your name to put you in the drawing?"
"No," Stacee said. She left the bag. There was no way she wanted to take any credit for this. It was an act of charity, nothing else. It made her happy to give something back. She needed so much charity herself back in the day.
She left and headed over to Emily's.
"Ugh," Emily said. "I hate this room. If only dad's job didn't cheat him so much we could afford a better place and I'd have more room, and furniture. i need more shelves, as you can see."
Stacee nodded and said nothing.
"Anyway, I'm packing stuff for a yard sale," Emily said. "DO you have any stuff you want to put in the yard sale?"
"Maybe," Stacee said. "I might have something."
Emily held some dolls up.
"These are worth a lot, I bet I could get something for them."
"Yeah, but its a yard sale, you can't charge a lot," Stacee said.
"Yeah, maybe I'll sell them on ebay instead."
Later
"Why would Skippy talk to you and not me?" Emily asked.
"I don't know," Stacee lied.
"Why would SKippy choose you to live in the Waterplace?" |
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