A young woman was looking at the mirror. She had long, wavy blonde hair tied into a ponytail and bright green eyes. He mouth was widened in a 32-teeth smile as she gazed herself with the leopard print vest, which left the belly-button exposed, the short black skirt and the stockings, all of these clothes emphasized her slim body, something she was quite proud of.
Unfortunately for her, a voice interrupted that moment.
"Margaret, you know those clothes are for sale, don't you?" asked sarcastically an indian woman who was standing behind the cash desk.
"Yes, I know, Kyra" hissed Margaret to the colleague who had just broken her moment of dream.
The blonde quickly changed back into her ugly black uniform.
"Just a couple of months ago, if I wanted, I could've bought half of the stuff in sale here" thought with pique as she remembered the day her parents told her she needed to "grow up" and sent her in that crappy town with "only" a couple of thousands of bucks. She even thought she had been lucky at finding a job in Orcawood's largest clothing shop, but it actually meant she had to spend all day with clothes she could never buy with her miserable salary.
And to add insult to the injury, she saw many women who could afford these fashionable clothes, some of which Margaret thought they didn't have the right body to give those clothes justice. Of course, that's not getting to the fact that said shop had a plus size section, meaning they often have overweight women who apparently preferred buying a new pair of pants rather than losing a few pounds.
Margaret, instead, had the perfect body, with no sign of fat or cellulite, no muffing top, not even a scar, and yet she could only assist these fat women and even had to compliment them whenever they asked for an opinion.
Thankfully, other five minutes and she would've been free.
Margaret was resting her head between the crossed arms on the cashier desk.
"Hey, Kyra", she called her colleague.
The raven-haired woman was busy reordering some pair of jeans by size, with no answer to the blonde.
"Kyra!" called with a higher tone.
After the third call, Kyra replied. "What is it?"
"Do you happen to know any nice place on the street next to the lake?"
"It depends, are you going with someone?" asked the Indian woman placing an hand on her svelte hips.
"Yes" replied bluntly the blonde girl, to make clear she wouldn't have answered who was she going out with.
Kyra scratched her nose. "There's the Pink Dolphin, which is a nice pub if you're going out at late night, or just have a walk on the docks and you'll check by yourself. There's even a nice ice-cream shop, but I guess it doesn't suit your tastes, does it?"
"Exactly" replied Margaret, who at that point was checking the clock every few seconds, until her turn was finally over.
"Ok, see ya tomorrow! Thanks Kyra" said while hastily putting on the jacket, she needed to hide her uniform, and leave the shop.
"You're welcome" replied her colleague before the blonde closed the door behind her.
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Even before reaching her apartment's door, she could already hear the sound of the vacuum cleaner. She opened the door with caution and removed the shoes to wear a pair of frilly slippers. She hated these ugly slippers, but it was an ironclad rule set by Sakura Brown, her roomate and owner of the apartment, therefore neither she nor Lily could object to it.
Sakura was too busy removing the dust under the couch and the armchair to notice the blonde arriving and going into her room.
Margaret removed that hateful uniform as if it was constricting her, and put on some comfortable (and decent) clothes before laying on her bed to chat on the phone some friends.
After an half hour, Sakura opened the door.
"Hello, Margaret! You could've told me you've arrived" said the half-Japanese woman.
The blonde put the phone on the bedside table. "How did you notice?"
Sakura pointed at the slippers next to the bed. "I saw they were missing" explained with a laugh. "I'm going for the groceries. We're almost out of fruit, milk, bubble bath and most important, degreaser. You wanna come with me?" asked with her eyes pointed to the ceiling and while twirling a lock of hair.
"No, I'm tired at the moment. Why don't you ask Lily?"
"Fine" said Sakura with disappointment as she closed the door.
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Margaret spent the rest of the evening while surfing on the net, until she decided to have a bath.
During the walk to the bathroom, she saw the other roomate, Lily, sneacking from the kitchen with a box of oreos under her arm. The tiny blonde asked the taller blonde to don't tell anyone putting her finger on the lips, and Margaret shrugged her shoulders.
Meanwhile, Sakura was in her room, the door wide open, drawing with pastels, but Margaret could not see nor she was interested to know what it was, she just wanted to relax in the bathub.
Her body warmed by the water, soft bubbles around her and the feeble light of the lamp. That was one of the few moments when Margaret felt as if she had the same life of before her parents neglected her the money. Next to the bathub, the timer was set at one hour, an hour of pure bliss for the woman.
Unfortunately, Sakura knocked the bathroom door before that hour was over. She knocked a second time, louder, to have a reply from the blonde.
"Gimme a minute" said Margaret emerging from the water.
"No, wait, I don't have to use the bathroom" explained quickly Sakura, unnerving the blonde. "I just wanted to ask you if you have some suggestion for this dinner. If you want I can tell you what there's in the pantry and in the fridge".
Margaret cocked an eyebrow. "Tonight I eat out" replied quickly.
Sakura gulped. "Really? And with whom, may I ask?"
"It's not your business" said bluntly the blonde before submerging herself again in the bathub.
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Margaret had changed into her clothes for the night: a leather jacket, a long pair of jeans, high heels... And even put on some makeup. Sure, these clothes were rags compared to what she wore when she had money, but at least gave honor to her beauty.
She waved her roomates, which were having a dinner based on sausages and mashed potatoes (Margaret was thankful of not having dinner with them, she couldn't have standed such a fatty meal) and left the apartment.
She called for a taxi, but then remembered she'd spend most of her money, and so went on foot toward Conrad Street, the street next to the lake.
There, Margaret Mckenzie was meeting with...
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