Brittany raced home impatiently. The day had been a disaster. After they left the shop, Brittany made Mary walk around the mall in those awful shoes. At first it was obvious that Mary was embarrassed and uncomfortable. More than once, she almost fell flat on her face. But after an hour, she seemed to be enjoying herself. People were still staring at her, and at the ugly boots she was wearing, but Mary didn't seem to care. In fact, she seemed to be standing taller with her head held high, like she was proud or something. To make matters worse, her coat hurt. At first it was great; everyone loved her fur coat and commented on how beautiful it was. She almost believed it was a real Chinchilla coat herself. But as the day wore on, it felt too small, and pinched her. Especially along the bare skin of her neck and back, where it almost felt like it was attached to her skin. Now she just wanted to get home and take the horrid thing off. Of course Mary had to come home with her, too. She had promised Daddy that she would watch over her tonight while their parents were at the company office party.
The car screeched to a halt in the garage, as Mary and Brittany exited the car. Brittany opened the door to the house, and Mary started to follow inside.
"Where do you think you're going? You can't come inside until you take off those shoes. I don't want them bringing anything filthy into our house. " said Brittany.
Mary sat down, and tried to pull them off. There were incredibly snug, and it was hard to see where the top of the boots ended and her skin began. "Brittany, I can't get them off. I told you they were too tight."
"Bullshit, let me try, " said Brittany, as she began to tug furiously on the boots. Mary began to cry a little in pain. "Shut up you little whiner. It's your own fault for bloating up like a pig." Brittany pulled as hard she could, but her grip slipped and she fell hard on her butt. Mary chuckled a little.
"Fine, you know what. It's not my problem. If you can't get the boots off, you can just stay outside in the garage, " said Brittany.
"But what will I do Brittany? I don't have a car because my parents are supposed to pick me up and take me home after the office party. I can't wait out here all night, it's hot, " pleaded Mary.
"Like I said, not my problem. " said Brittany, as she slammed the door in her face.