by The Awethors
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“I don’t know how we are going to find anyone here. No one is friendly,” Bay said, as she stared down at her feet, covered in heavy brown shoes. “And these clothes are so uncomfortable.”
Fidgeting with her black hair that she had pulled back into a tight bun, she looked pale in her lifeless gray dress. Continuing her complaints, she moaned, “I feel like I am in a clothing prison right now and I’m going to die.”
“Hush,” Blaze said, as she looked around. Wearing a similar outfit, she looked just as miserable as she smoothed her hand over her now dark red hair. “We just need think harder. There has to be a place to find friendly people.”
As Daisy and I had returned from our search, Blaze quickly turned her attention on the now blonde Daisy with anticipation. Each of us was wearing the clothes of a school girl and had taken a more human appearance – a glamour.
“Any luck?” Blaze questioned hopefully.
“People have not been approachable. So, no we haven’t found anyone yet,” Daisy said sadly, answering for the both of us.
Quickly, I chimed in, “There are nice people around. Lots of smiles. I was greeted by only one though. But, I don’t think a cat rubbing along my leg and purring counts.”
“Okay, so there are nice animals here. There has to be nice people also. We just have to figure out where to find them,” Blaze insisted.
“The ice cream shop is not a good place to meet people because everybody is just eating their vanilla ice cream and the shoe store is depressing,” Bay chirped. “Just look what you end up with if you shop there. Nobody can be happy in the shoe store with their toes trapped.”
Interrupting Bay’s rant, Daisy said, “The library might be a good place to go. It is quiet and we can observe.”
“You are right, Daisy,” Blaze said happily. “We will find someone there.”