...While the waitress was doing our job, Julia told me a lot more.
- We all communicate in packs. They sit together on a ribbon, even in the dining room, each group has its own table," the girl began her story. - There is a bunch of them, which includes Alina and her entourage. It also includes girls from other groups. All the artificial ones, as if they had escaped from a toy store. Everyone is imitating barbie dolls. The elite, in general. There is also a male elite. She is led by Lyubimov and his friends.
- Yes, it's interesting here," I was surprised. After all, even in the capital city, it was not always the case. Or was it, and I just did not pay attention? Meanwhile, Julia continued:
- There are botanists. Almost nobody talks to them. And there is something in between.
- And where do you go? - I asked myself, taking on food.
- I am in the middle. There is a majority there.
- What a madhouse!
- I agree!
When we came out of the cafe, we decided to take a little more walk. The weather outside was beautiful. Sunshine continued to please us with its warmth. Having wander a little and talked about different stupid things, Yulia asked:
- Why are you wearing glasses? Your eyes are beautiful.
- I'm uncomfortable wearing lenses,-I listened a little bit. - And you?
- I couldn't find them this morning. I overslept, - the girl laughed. She's very funny. Well, that's good.
We walked to the big shopping mall. Yulia offered to come in, I agreed. What-what, and shopping centers can be very useful.
- Five floors of paradise for shopaholics! - Yulia laughed.
- That's for sure, - I agreed with her. I used to be able to disappear in such places for hours.
- Let's go to the bookstore. I want to buy a book, - said Yulia.
We went up to the fifth floor, where the bookstore was. When we walked into the shop, the girl's eyes ran in and shone. She explained her joy of going to such shops by the fact that she loved reading.
- A book came out recently," she confided to me, "as one God pulled one girl into another world and turned her into a fox with wings. I read the annotations, I liked it insanely!
We split up on different sides. You can read fiction, of course, but I prefer the classics. Here's Jane Austen or Emily Bronte. Yes, in principle, a lot more can be called. Balzac, Shakespeare, Charlotte Bronte. Oh, I wasn't, I'll get something new, too.
After half an hour we still left the bookstore. Each of us became the lucky owner of three books. Julie's face expressed great satisfaction. It felt like she was given the keys to the Bentley.
- I know it's stupid to drag through books like that, but sometimes I can't stop. I don't have a place to put them at home anymore. Soon I will have to buy a new bookcase.
- It is good when a person loves something. Everyone should have a lesson to their liking.
Yulia nodded, keeping her luggage firmly pressed against her. We walked past small boutiques when I suddenly stopped. My gaze stuck to the window.
- What are you doing? - A girl looked at me.
- Armani's new collection,- I said, charming.
- Are you into fashion? - Yulia once asked me a surprise question.
- No. I just saw this dress on TV the other day, I liked it very much,- I twisted it out.
- Then buy it, - the girl suggested.
- And why? Where will I put it?
- What would have happened! - Yulia did not give up. - Or is it too expensive?
- Yes! - I immediately agreed. Let him think that I am not from too rich a family. Then I will come along and buy it.
- But it is really beautiful! Look, you're so weird.
- Why? Why? - I kept staring at the dress.
- You're not interested in fashion, and you're watching shows about it. You're really weird, I like them.
- Come on, let's go, - I pulled Yulka away from the window.
- Let's go. To your homes? Then let's go to the bus stop. Tell me where to go, and I'll tell you what to do.
Slowly, we got to the bus stop. My bus was just coming up.
- Bye. It was nice to meet you.
- So far," smiled Yulia. - Can we meet at the bus stop tomorrow?
- Well, come on," I waved at my new acquaintance, getting on the bus. I definitely like her.
- Vasya? - came from the kitchen. Is Mom baking something? But I don't want to. I hope that when I get up tomorrow morning, something will remain. My daddy has a terrible sweet tooth.
- Yes, Mom.
- What took you so long? - She smiled at me.
- Went out with a new classmate.
- Well, okay, - she calmed down. - Only next time, charge the phone. I was worried.
- I'm sorry, Mom,- Mom started worrying about me lately. And I didn't want to upset her.
- What about dinner? - She asked me when I went to my room.
- I didn't want to.
I was tired of something. Lie down or something? Oh, yes! How nice! I started to look around my room with my eyes. I was bored here somehow. Maybe a repairman? Because we moved here recently and did not have time to do anything. Well, except for the kitchen, of course. It was reworked first because my mother said it was the most important room in the house. Is it true? I don't know, I don't spend much time there.
- Vasilisa? - My mother knocked on the door.
- Come in.
Mom stopped by and started asking me how my first day was. Who she met, who she had a fight with. And the fact that I had a fight with someone, my parent did not doubt. Of course, I didn't tell her about Alina, but I told her a little bit about Yulia. However, I do not trust this girl to the end. You can't trust anyone in this world. Even myself, I guess.
- Mom, when are we going to do repairs in my room? - I looked at her beggingly.
- Why?
- It's kind of uncomfortable here,- she sighed sadly, stretching out on the bed.
- Well, I don't know. - my mother gave up, noticing my look. - Okay, you can come up with a design for now.
- Thanks, Mom!
- Sometimes it's easier to agree with you than to argue,- said the parent.
- When are we going to call masters? - my eyes caught on fire. My mother laughed.
- First, make a sketch. My father will come back from the business trip, and then we will decide with the masters.
- Is he on a business trip? - I was surprised. I didn't hear anything about it.
- Tomorrow he will go. Some problems at work.
- For how long? - I was upset.
- No,- my mother smacked me in the loose hair. - For a week, maybe a little more. Okay, rest.
When the door slammed behind her, I jumped out of bed and took a sheet and a pencil. I always loved drawing and could draw. It's just that in some situations, a person can draw but doesn't like it. Or she does, but she doesn't. The last thing is the most offensive.
After a couple of hours, the sketch was thought over and depicted. And I, filled with emotions, quickly fell asleep. And I dreamt something incomprehensible. Some guy, shooting is not clear what. And lots of girls.
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