Chapter 7: Hope

"What do you want to drink?" Brandy asked me, nudging me in my exposed side. She shook me away from my daydreams. I was currently having quite the difficulty deciphering what drinks on the menu were tea - or which were even drinks; Lucky Eight, Chilly Thrill, Holy Night, Red Slapper. Who even named these drinks anyway? They probably had to take some super odd college class to come up with names this weird.

"I'll get the - uh - Honey Grande. Is that even a tea drink?" I said shakily. After the dress store, Brady took me to ForeverFangs and bought me a whole big bag of clothes. My sweaty fingers were gripped so tightly around the ribbon that was tied to the bag, that my knuckles grew white. I was really nervous about being in public and looking like I just crawled out of bed. All day, Brandy and I received lopsided glares. Of course, they all tried to hide their astonishment when they saw a hobo like me was hanging out with Delta Brandy.

"Go change if you're so nervous about how you loo