01-30-2018, 10:07 PM
Danika did not grow up poor. She attended private schools in Chicago suburbs. She went to prom and bought a fancy, sparkly dress at an upscale department store. Her mom let her borrow diamond earrings for the night. She didn't grow up poor, but she did not grow up makin' it rain dollah bills either. She had to save allowence for months to buy that sparkly dress. Threats of public school kept her grades at the top of her class. She worked for her stuff.
The mall - she couldn't bring herself to say GUM - was like walking into a fairy tale. The interior was carved stone. Archways stretched a mile ahead. Men and women far more glamorous than she criss-crossed marble floors. There was even a one-year-old bumbling toddler in a designer outfit that probably cost more than that sparkly dress.
There was another credit burning a hole in her pocket, though. She had no idea where to start, so she followed the crowds inward.
The mall - she couldn't bring herself to say GUM - was like walking into a fairy tale. The interior was carved stone. Archways stretched a mile ahead. Men and women far more glamorous than she criss-crossed marble floors. There was even a one-year-old bumbling toddler in a designer outfit that probably cost more than that sparkly dress.
There was another credit burning a hole in her pocket, though. She had no idea where to start, so she followed the crowds inward.
"Magic is just science we don't understand."