Malls these days are huge and they have something for everybody. At this mall there was a ballet school in the subbasement. Little Julie Gold was going to take her first ballet class today. She was six years old and cute as a button with brown straight hair that extended to just above her shoulders and green eyes. In one of her hands was her ballet outfit. It contained a pair of pale pink tights and an orange leotard. They had bought a tutu too, but they didn't need it for the first practice lesson.
Her mom, Kim was taking her to class. She held onto her other hand to led her through the crowded mall. Julie broke her Mom's grip to point out a blue flash she saw. "What is that Mommy?" Julie said as she pointed to where the blue flash was.
Kim took a hold of the hand of her daughter. She was now a man in her twenties. Julie was taller than Kim by over four inches and out weighed her by over fifty pounds. Julie wore a dress shirt and a pair of men's navy blue slacks. Julie's hands contained a pair of tights and a leotard which fit his frame. He would have to change with the other six-year-olds at the dance studio.
"Don't let go of Mommy's hand when we are at the mall!" Kim scolded.
"I know Mommy, but I think I saw something."
"I don't see anything, hurry up, the class starts soon and you have to change."
"OK, Mommy." and they picked up their pace towards the studio.
In another part of the Mall, Martin Jamison was hurrying to meet his girlfriend of three years. He was moving as fast as his little six-year-old girl's legs could carry him. He was wearing a pretty yellow short top with a sunflower on it and a pair of matching leggings. He hoped that his girlfriend didn't get there before him.
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