Shopping Trip [Skylar]

Well, she was there, and she had been for quite a while. Payton Poulter, no matter how high of a rung of a ladder she was placed at, she was there. Payton Poulter. Who would've thought? The Crab Shack? Seriously? Why am I at this place She knows not. There wasn't even a reason worth stating as to why she was there, but she was, and now, looking awkward, she traveled up and down the aisles of the store. It was neat really, because you see, she had her own little path made out just for her. Take a left on Aisle 3, then travel down and make another left onto 4, before taking a right to travel past Aisle 3 to get to Aisle 2. Complicated, yes, but it fit Payton perfectly, because she was never the one to keep things normal. Was it her 28th? Maybe, yes, her 28th time down her crafty little path that she had made for herself and herself only, had she found a small, little trinket that caught one of her little, delicate eyes. It wasn't much, but to her, it deserved a second look. A small, silver, lamb. It looked like a paper weight, even though it wasn't, and engraved on it, was two little words in which Payton despised. 'District Eight'.

A grunt of frustration before the fluff of white was being smothered. It was Payton's hand that had wrapped around it, and her path that she had made was now destroyed, because it wasn't important anymore.

Her feet flew across the sea of tile beneath her, like a dark complected streak. It wasn't long before her mouth was opened wide as words spilled out. The recipient of these words was a cashier, and maybe a few people that were near her.

"Um, excuse me? But why, why would there be something from District 8 in here? Um, I thought that this was District One. A small little trinket like this shouldn't even be in the premises of such a wealthy district," she held up the trinket using only two fingers, her index finger, and her thumb, "Please, take me to management."

She shook her head, both in dismay and for a time of flaunting of her beautifully crafted blonde hair. It was then that she saw the boy that was eying her.

"What are you looking at? Stupid little saukerl." What a perfect time for her to try out some German insults.

Veryrare was it that Ms. Payton Poulter would be wrong. And even rarer would it be over such a stupid thing, but it just so happened that at this moment, she was, and with it came a flood of embarrassment and shame.

"Well, um, well.. um... well... They didn't have to engrave their District did they? No, I didn't think so." Relief swept over her, and a blanket named Smug wrapped around her. What a way to recover.