No, a change of plan for breakfast .

There is no key under the gnome , and it is my fault , I remember forgetting to pit it back the last time I used it.

I announce it to my mom who seems totally unfazed by the news.

"Calling someone to get the door will take a while, are you hungry?" She ask. I can’t escape the realisation of the consequences of the small nod I gave in response. "How about we got for an omelette at the Egg Palace, you love this place."

"Mom I can't go dressed like that!!" I stated in shock at the idea. The Egg Palace in the food court of the mall is a very popular restaurant serving eggs in all forms and one of my favourite place to eat at. But being a late Saturday morning and in the center of a busy mall I am sure to run into a lot of people I know , friends , neighbours, teachers and bullies alike; wearing only a too thin and too short white t-shirt, open to ridicule and risking exposure with any move.

"Of course , you are right they won't serve you if you don't wear shoes, we'll stop at the Scarlet Boot and get you a new pair of sandals." She propose.

The Scarlet Boot , owned by the parents of Jessica Miller , head cheerleader, self proclaimed fashion queen and all around bully where she is **** to work on Saturdays to justify her huge clothes allowance. Just about the last place I'd like to go wearing what I curently have on. Jessica her phone always in reach is used to plastering her whole life from clothes to food on social media. I have to escape that encounter.