Shop Till We Drop Part 1
Paris Destiny could swipe her pink wallet with a silver bow on the opening, take her credit card out and swipe it down the tiny slot machine. Then she'd laugh and roll her eyes at the 200 dollars she had just spent on lipstick and designer jeans.
The same thing with her sister, London Destiny. They we're both the same, the types who took 2 hours on makeup, 1 on hair, half an hour on hair accessories, 2 hours on there clothes, half an hour on handbags (Gucci or Estee Lauder?) and 1 hour on shoes.
That's 7 hours in total. And of course there's the phase where they decide the perfect shade of lipstick, kiss the mirror, and smile because all the other kids will beg for there 50 dollar lipstick.
As Paris and London (Did you notice there both cities?) left there tan mansion (Malibu themed) they waved to there rich father (Nicholas Aaron Evensteen, the man best friends with the president and has 3 of his own agents) before leaving in gold stilletos. They wrapped around her foot 6 times, 3 times overlapping.
Paris wore the gold stilletos with white skinny jeans and a glitterly gold top. She had long silver loop earrings and a real topaz necklace. London wore silver pumps, a silver glittery dress a few inches above her knees, a bunch of silver and gold banges and skinny bracelets, real pearl stud earrings and a diamond necklace straight from California (It was the biggest discovery since the cat statue in Japan in a cave, when the eyes we're pure topazes. And before that, in Malibu, there was a creepy Indian prayer underneath the waters of Danisha Eloriseha)
"Bye daddy! Me and London are taking the private jet with Marco (There Italian agent) to Japan for Gizma shopping!" Paris waved.
London winked to Marco who was right behind there father in the glass, reflected by the glittery sun. Vincent was right next to Marco, wearing the same black suit, black glasses, short black hair and one of those black cellphones that you received messages through a little earpiece.
"Another fabuleux day at Marza Botx High!" Paris laughed, taking her left stilletoed leg on the higher step then her right. Fabuleux was French for fabulous.
London flipped her long brown hair highlighted with gold. Her blue eyes twinkled.
Paris flipped the left French door open, as London opened the right. They stormed into the long hallway.
"London's here!" London called, twinkling the here to be a little bit longer.
"And the fabulous, extraordinarily Paris!" Paris said, flipping her long blonde hair.
The same thing with her sister, London Destiny. They we're both the same, the types who took 2 hours on makeup, 1 on hair, half an hour on hair accessories, 2 hours on there clothes, half an hour on handbags (Gucci or Estee Lauder?) and 1 hour on shoes.
That's 7 hours in total. And of course there's the phase where they decide the perfect shade of lipstick, kiss the mirror, and smile because all the other kids will beg for there 50 dollar lipstick.
As Paris and London (Did you notice there both cities?) left there tan mansion (Malibu themed) they waved to there rich father (Nicholas Aaron Evensteen, the man best friends with the president and has 3 of his own agents) before leaving in gold stilletos. They wrapped around her foot 6 times, 3 times overlapping.
Paris wore the gold stilletos with white skinny jeans and a glitterly gold top. She had long silver loop earrings and a real topaz necklace. London wore silver pumps, a silver glittery dress a few inches above her knees, a bunch of silver and gold banges and skinny bracelets, real pearl stud earrings and a diamond necklace straight from California (It was the biggest discovery since the cat statue in Japan in a cave, when the eyes we're pure topazes. And before that, in Malibu, there was a creepy Indian prayer underneath the waters of Danisha Eloriseha)
"Bye daddy! Me and London are taking the private jet with Marco (There Italian agent) to Japan for Gizma shopping!" Paris waved.
London winked to Marco who was right behind there father in the glass, reflected by the glittery sun. Vincent was right next to Marco, wearing the same black suit, black glasses, short black hair and one of those black cellphones that you received messages through a little earpiece.
"Another fabuleux day at Marza Botx High!" Paris laughed, taking her left stilletoed leg on the higher step then her right. Fabuleux was French for fabulous.
London flipped her long brown hair highlighted with gold. Her blue eyes twinkled.
Paris flipped the left French door open, as London opened the right. They stormed into the long hallway.
"London's here!" London called, twinkling the here to be a little bit longer.
"And the fabulous, extraordinarily Paris!" Paris said, flipping her long blonde hair.
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Very cute!! I loved all the little details you put into your story! Next please!! :-)