Judge the weirdo buying chocolate: A societal game
The parking lot was full of people, who kept their prying eyes on her like a lion does to its prey.
Her pants squeaked against the car seat, a surface of black leather against another, as she shifted to stand up. Long legs, A beauty standard. The guy cleaning the windows opened the door for her. Okay, maybe for him too. She looks like someone who plays around.
Yawning shamelessly, her dark red lipstick glistened with a hint of daring gloss, complimenting her sparkling eyes. No one complimented her though, even the wrinkly oldie staring at her intently with jealousy, convincing herself she once had a leaner waist and shinier hair.
A good investment, her makeup base was, including the metal chains hanging from her neck. Unruly red strands cascaded on her shoulders, not too distracting from the silver stars dangling from her ears.
"Pure evil.", whispered a mother in disbelief, "Never grow up to look like that!"
Her pouting child listened, and thought she looked like the newest edition of a Bratz doll.
Click. Clack. Dangerous heels stabbed the tile floor beneath her, and her spiderweb eyelashes fluttered in innocence, however, not shy of self-assurance. That cat walk reeked of presence, and everyone stepped out of the way. Oh, arrogant, are we?
A simple dude stood next to her, from the safest farthest distance possible, in front of the chocolate aisle. Weirdo, It is too hot for leather and chains aren't casual enough for a Sunday in Summer. Those girls always trying too hard to look edgy when we like oversized hoodies and messy buns.
She was just a regular girl, who happened to be buying a chocolate bar, who happened to be expressing herself with pride and confidence, who happened to be judged by society without uttering a word.