Meadowhall and Melody

I stood outside New Look, waiting for my little sister, Billy-Anne, who I'd trusted with my money to but me something nice. for the most part, she was in there for herself. I only came to go to Primark and Paperchase, but she caught me in the act of trying to leave silently, so now I was traipsing round Meadowhall with her. 

I was very curious about a man that stood opposite me. he just stood there, staring just past me, still and silent with his hands in his pockets while everyone else rushed around him. He appeared to be in his mid thirties, and nobody else seemed to have noticed him.

I was snapped out my confusion by a woman who also seemed to be around thirty.

"Excuse me," she said. She was American. "Do you know where I can find a cell store?"

I blinked. Cell? Oh, right, American. Cell - mobile. "Oh, yeah. There's one over there somewhere. I think I walked past it earlier." I pointed in the rough direction of the T-Mobile shop. 

"OK, thank you," she walked off.

I looked over to the man, who smiled and shrugged. Then someone walked past him and he disappeared. I blinked, maybe it was a trick of the light, but he didn't reappear again. 

After about half an hour later, I began to wonder where Billy-Anne had got to. I searched in New Look twice, but I couldn't find her. When I asked the cashiers, they apologised but said they hadn't seen her. As I exited the shop, I saw a little girl out of the corner of my eye. Stephanie. Every time something bad happened!

While searching for my sister, I literally bumped into the American woman. 

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"What's up?" she asked. "You look stressed."

"I'm looking for my little sister."

She frowned thoughtfully. "She 'bout so high, shiny black hair, yellow shirt?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed as the woman gestured towards Billy-Anne. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much!"

"No problem," the woman smiled, offering her hand. "Melody Butler."

"Miriam Hartwell," I introduced myself, shaking her hand. I shot Billy-Anne a look that said just-wait-till-we-get home.

She crossed her arms and went into a sulk.

The End

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