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Aug 31, 2008 10:54:30 GMT -5
Post by Kimberly Nolan on Aug 31, 2008 10:54:30 GMT -5
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Kimberly had spent quite a bit of her afternoon shopping, mainly for the fun of it, though she was in the need of a few new things, shoes for example. Hers were practically falling off at this point and there was a small hole in her favorite pair of slip on shoes. It made it very uncomfortable to walk out when it was raining, or when a small rock got stuck in it. Still, she'd been too stubborn until now to throw them out because they were extremely comfortable shoes none the less, but she'd been forced to face the truth - the said shoes were almost splitting in two now, and there was no place for stubborness anymore, as much as it hurt her to throw them away, it had to be done. It was a bit silly just how attached she got to a damn pair of shoes, but she tended to do that, throw her attention on inanimate object rather than living ones. She'd taken up a lot of new hobbies during her pregnancy, filling up her time as much as she could to make sure she wouldn't think about the growing human being inside her body, because he had no business in being there.
So she'd gone through quite a few shops during the day, searching for shoes always, unconsciously seeking the same pair though it was pretty safe to say she wouldn't find them - she'd bought them back home, and they'd been the last pair on sale too. So for about three to four hours, she'd roamed the streets of Kansas City, entering most shops with the intention of buying a pair of shoes but always coming out with something else - at the end of the day, she had two new camis, a great amount of shirts, long sleeved or not, a couple of new pairs of jeans, some skirts along the way as well, even a new handbag and a pair of winter boots. But try as she may, she hadn't found one mere pair of shoes that would be good enough on the comfort aspect. Just by wearing them for five minutes, her feet ached and she simply didn't want to keep them on any longer than that. She'd just have to deal with flip flops for a little while longer and then maybe try to go shopping again in a bit. She'd have more money the next month - though she and her mother didn't talk, she always transferred a certain amount of money in her bank account every month. It made Kim feel more guilty than anything else, but she did need the money.
Sighing lightly, she carried the bags through the street, her stomach growling and reminding her she needed to eat something at this time, but she didn't feel like heading back to the Academy just now and taking whatever there was in the school cafeteria. She let her eyes sweep around the place and it wasn't long until she spotted the Crayola Cafe. She'd been there with Eliana a couple of times, and though she knew some people considered that restaurant to be more of a restaurant for kids, she liked the food and the atmosphere. Not thinking twice on it, she headed over and it wasn't long before she was seated, the place looking rather empty. "Thanks," she told the waitress as she handed her a menu, opening it and looking through it, picking something rather fast. The choice wasn't extremely large, and that she liked too - it kept her from hurting her brain trying to choose something too hard. When the waitress came back a few minutes later and asked if she was ready to order, she smiled lightly and looked up, nodding. "I'll have the Chicken Pesto with a lemonade please," she told her, handing the menu back and waiting for her meal.
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