Hey Macklemore Wanna Go Thrift Shopping Novels & Stories

“F*ck it, I'm not going,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror as I took in my frizzy hair, new zit on my forehead and the two new stains that mysteriously appeared on the shirt I was going to wear today. Lie to me by Tate McRae was playing in the background and my head was bopping to the music.

Day 210 April 18th 10:00 AM - 10:00 PM _A Tall HORNY Strangers_ Budget: $150. P*******t board: $15,000 dresses. Reality check: we have $150. Nico: "We can make it work. I design, remember?" Me: "You design logos. Not lace." Nico: "Same thing but softer." *10:00 AM - THRIFT STREET* We went to 4 thrift stores.

“Then will you wear this shit?” “No way. I can smell its foul odor for miles away, never. I have some spare clothes without the brand name printed on them; just make them more ‘miserable’. Miss Momo, please do help Dylan. I believe you have some tricks to make it possible within five minutes or so.”

I got up and got dressed, I just put on shorts and a shirt and wanted to go grocery shopping, but before that I emailed zack because I was about to resign from work, then I took all the money from my wallet and put it in my pocket I used one car, I only have two cars, my new one is the one at zack's house. I don't even want to work anymore, because I'm lazy. I don't know myself. When I got to the groceries, everyone was looking at me. Of course I'm pretty too, I'm white as long as I'm pretty. I got a cart and took everything I wanted but I stopped when I saw a peanut, "how many kilos?" asked the sales lady. "100 po"

“Sexy... That’s what I want. No flowers, no pastel tones, and no ruffles or fringes.” “Well, mercy me, Miss Thang! I never thought I’d see the day when my best friend in the whole world would throw away those Barbie dresses and go for black…” Helen exclaimed laughing. Helen held up a wine-colored sheath for Mackenzie’s inspection. “If sexy is what you want, sexy is what you gonna get.” Mackenzie nodded. Helen added the dress to the pile on her arm. “So, tell me more about Mr. Breathtakingly Gorgeous,” Helen said, shaking her head. “Mackie, I still can’t believe you’re considering taking the big leap. You are going to get to know him first, make sure you like him… Right?”

I hold it by the collar, noting the fraying threads scattered throughout the worn knitting. Margo turns around, giving me a dirty look. I’d never tell her this, but the look is far more endearing than it is intimidating. “I need clothes to wear.” I pull at one of the loose threads of the sweater. “We’ll go shopping in New York. You can’t wear this to work.” Her eyes narrow. “I don’t have money to buy anything at any of those fancy stores in New York.”

If I do decide to get new clothes I wouldn't have much left to sustain myself these coming months. I suppose I could find some thrift clothes if I look around, ShadowClaw has more thrift stores than the entirety of Kentucky put together. Assuming I could find anything I could stand to wear. I should have expected this after I received the threat from Monica and her groupies last week. I fell to the ground, dumped my backpack on the scratched linoleum, and put my head in my hands on top of my knees threatening to squish my boobs in this crouched position. My face felt hot and I was shaking, I was definitely about to cry. Cry like the baby they've been taunting me with for weeks. A big girl th

I hunt for decent light, throw on the best outfit I own, and fake my way into these neighborhoods. Today's ensemble is high fashion at its finest. An oversized cream sweater hanging off my shoulders, twelve dollars at a Brooklyn thrift store. Jeans with a knee hole I didn't pay extra for. "It's vintage, darling," the trader said. I was gullible enough to buy it. My brown boots have seen better years. Step into the right light, angle just so, and I could pass for anyone. Anyone who owns a car worth more than my entire student loan debt. I line up near the driver's side door and check my reflection in a shop window. Messy waves because I skipped the blow dryer. Or more like I didn't pay my ele

It didn't take up to a second before I heard Davido's #IF, booming through the speakers. If I tell u say I luv u ooooo.... My money my body na your own o Baby..... Now that's more like it, I sang along with him in a loud voice. “ 30 billion for the account oooooo.....” I noticed Doris and Hank watching me but I didn't give a hoot. I kept singing merrily as if I was Davido himself. Finally we arrived at this shopping mall that had everything you can ever find outside the country. Ranging from diamond necklace to expensive Italian suits.

"I don't wanna be broke when I D-I-E Wanna be livin' it up in VIP Tryna get in the club, they wanna see ID want me to wear nice shows and a T-I-E, I've been workin' and gettin' by but that ain't enough to satisfy 'cause I got dreams for you and I, so I got money on my mind so if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya" The crowed is enjoying the music so it makes me feel hype, so i move out and vibing the beat of the music. "I got dreams and I got time but that ain't enough to get me by so I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it yeah, I got money on my mind I got money on my mind I wanna flex hard like but right now my car need the M-O-T and I