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Janice gawked at the earth's clothes in hesitation. She NEVER had seen anything like this back on mars before. The clothes were much multicolored and flamboyant to her usual standard taste.
'She wants me to wear this ensemble?' The Ex-alien Sovereign alleged, in her mind. The ensemble in question was a long sleeved blue plaid with white sweater vest and flared dark demin jeans. The attire seemed to be dissimilar for the teenage Martian.
On Mars, the noble family had to wear formal attire ONLY. For the former princess, the earthly outfit was just too STRANGE. Mrs. Stephens realized the reaction she received. She scoffed in reply.
"Janice? Is there something wrong with the clothes?" She asked, in concern. The alien princess shook her head in disagreement.
"No. It's just that...." She Began.
"It's just that the clothes are WAY different what I used to wear", she stressed. "Oh. I understand. I guess this is coming from the girl who came from across the pond", Zackery's Mom mentioned, of Janice's Rumored Home country.
'Across the pond? What does that mean?'
Janice gave a small laugh. "Yes. That's the reason". Mrs. Stephens kindly handled the clothes to Janice. "Come on. Try them on".
While she didn't want to argue with her earth guardian, she forged a fake smile for her. "Okay then. I'll wear them". The older woman pointed to the fitting rooms in the store.
"Fitting rooms are over in the women's section in the back", She Directed.
On her way to the fitting room, she took time to admire the store's atmosphere. Clothes were very organized on the racks. The air filled the sense of women's perfume. Janice breathed as she inhaled the aroma.
As she arrived at the women's fitting room, she saw there was a blond blue eyed French girl with her British butler. The butler carried a ton of fashion clothes into the shopping cart.
"Will that be all, Miss Wellington?" The Butler Asked. The French girl smirked in reply.
"Oh ho ho! Non, Sebastian. Not yet. I need to try on more outfits before we go home", she smirked, in an obnoxious upper class voice.
"Yes, Miss Wellington". The French girl went into the fitting room and slammed the door shut.
Janice cringed. About an hour later, the girl came out. She hurried without looking into Janice. The two young women slammed onto the Macy's store floor.
"Hey. Watch where you are going, middle class! Do you know who am I?" She Threated. The butler helped her up from the tile floor.
"You must be new here, albino reject. I am Clarissa Wellington. Remember that name, got it?" The ex-princess just met this girl and didn't understand why she was so angry.
"My name is not 'albino reject'. It's Janice McGuire", She Argued. The French girl rolled her eyes.
"Listen, Jennie or Janice or whatever the hell your name is, I could care less what your name is". "Just remember this. Stay away from me". Clarissa brushed herself to make sure she didn't mess her clothes.
She snapped her fingers and her butler followed her in suit. Janice just stared in confusion.
'She wants me to wear this ensemble?' The Ex-alien Sovereign alleged, in her mind. The ensemble in question was a long sleeved blue plaid with white sweater vest and flared dark demin jeans. The attire seemed to be dissimilar for the teenage Martian.
On Mars, the noble family had to wear formal attire ONLY. For the former princess, the earthly outfit was just too STRANGE. Mrs. Stephens realized the reaction she received. She scoffed in reply.
"Janice? Is there something wrong with the clothes?" She asked, in concern. The alien princess shook her head in disagreement.
"No. It's just that...." She Began.
"It's just that the clothes are WAY different what I used to wear", she stressed. "Oh. I understand. I guess this is coming from the girl who came from across the pond", Zackery's Mom mentioned, of Janice's Rumored Home country.
'Across the pond? What does that mean?'
Janice gave a small laugh. "Yes. That's the reason". Mrs. Stephens kindly handled the clothes to Janice. "Come on. Try them on".
While she didn't want to argue with her earth guardian, she forged a fake smile for her. "Okay then. I'll wear them". The older woman pointed to the fitting rooms in the store.
"Fitting rooms are over in the women's section in the back", She Directed.
On her way to the fitting room, she took time to admire the store's atmosphere. Clothes were very organized on the racks. The air filled the sense of women's perfume. Janice breathed as she inhaled the aroma.
As she arrived at the women's fitting room, she saw there was a blond blue eyed French girl with her British butler. The butler carried a ton of fashion clothes into the shopping cart.
"Will that be all, Miss Wellington?" The Butler Asked. The French girl smirked in reply.
"Oh ho ho! Non, Sebastian. Not yet. I need to try on more outfits before we go home", she smirked, in an obnoxious upper class voice.
"Yes, Miss Wellington". The French girl went into the fitting room and slammed the door shut.
Janice cringed. About an hour later, the girl came out. She hurried without looking into Janice. The two young women slammed onto the Macy's store floor.
"Hey. Watch where you are going, middle class! Do you know who am I?" She Threated. The butler helped her up from the tile floor.
"You must be new here, albino reject. I am Clarissa Wellington. Remember that name, got it?" The ex-princess just met this girl and didn't understand why she was so angry.
"My name is not 'albino reject'. It's Janice McGuire", She Argued. The French girl rolled her eyes.
"Listen, Jennie or Janice or whatever the hell your name is, I could care less what your name is". "Just remember this. Stay away from me". Clarissa brushed herself to make sure she didn't mess her clothes.
She snapped her fingers and her butler followed her in suit. Janice just stared in confusion.
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