It's Called Self-Esteem. Get Some.

[Deon]

Dementia stared at her reflection in the mirror blankly, examining the way the skinny black jeans fit her hips. Her clothes lay neatly folded on the bench in the dressing room stall, and discarded articles littered the floor in a messy contrast to the meticulous folding job. She pulled the top of her jeans out with a light touch, and was able to stick the width of her entire hand in the gap from her stomach. They were practically falling off her frame. Great. Another horrible fit. Without even bothering to unzip or unbutton the pants, she pulled them off of her long legs and tossed them aside, reaching for another pair. Again, too big. The pants didn't even stay on her protruding hip bones. This hadn't been a very productive shopping day. She hadn't even really wanted to go to the mall, simply went out of empty necessity. She had long since stopped enjoying the endless search for clothes that fit her correctly. They were so hard to find at all, and she went through them so quickly.

Dementia frowned at the pile of clothes that cluttered the floor and began to gather them up in her underwear, putting them back on their hangers. She hung everything on the side of the door and proceeded to grab her clothes, putting them on with haste. The door was opened with a bored sigh and she walked back to the main area of the store, where clothes were put on prominent display, hung up in circular racks. Her brow furrowed as she scrutinized the clothing, looking for the smallest size she could get that would fit her leg length. Shorts and skirts were a lot easier, but she couldn't exactly wear those all the time once it started getting cold again.

She had had a good success in the lingerie department at least, where someone somewhere understood her kind of size. There were some really interestingly decorated, and rather expensive, intimate wears that she bought. The male cashier had gawked at her when he was ringing up the items, as if he was imagining what she would look like half-naked, and she had just narrowly avoided slapping him across the face. If Seaheart were there... she chuckled inwardly at the thought.

But now she was bored and alone, thumbing through racks upon racks of clothes that just didn't want to fit her. It was like drudgery. But the worst part about it was that it required next to no brainpower--she was like an automaton--and freed her mind to think, something she had tried to avoid doing. Maybe this was why she was getting nowhere... with everything.

[Krispey]

A rather petite fram emerged from a dressing room. Around her left appendage was an assortment of blouses and halter tops. An array of pink covered Maya's slender arm, and it looked as though it had been dipped in a bucket of cotton candy. Maya, normaly would have been thinking about saving, and being on a budget. But what was there to save for? Lunch? Hah! A bag of chips and a sports drink would do Maya just fine. Every since the visit to the guidence counsler, Maya had been more outgoing, and was not so uptight. Memories of her father no longer got underneath her skin as much.

Inn Maya's free hand, digits coiled around about six hangers. Accompanying the hangers were denim skirts and pants. Denim this, denim that. Maya then began to think about swimwear...Swimwear! Well...That was going to have to wait. It was obvious that she was already splurging, but who had to know? No one!
Wide oculars diverting up as she passed the racks, she saw the same skinny pale figure that she had seen so many times. Maya's eyes went from wide to narrow slits as she passed infront of the rack.
It seemed as though the world moved in slow motion. You know. Like when one mean girl is passing a weakling.
"I dont think this store carries extra anorexic, dear," Maya said, the venom dripping from her tone of voice.

I didnt know the conselor made me a mean girl as well. Maya continued to the register

[Deon]

Dementia turned around slowly, her hand freezing on a pair of jeans as she coolly looked to find the source of the voice. Of course, she already knew who it was. Oh, how she despised that damned girl, that Maya Saloon. A smile twisted with malice spread across her features as she stared at the girl with an icy metallic glint in her eye.

"I guess you're right. They must not have my size here. I can tell that this is only for the overweight girls," she told her sweetly. Noticing the clothes on her arm, she put on a face of mock surprise and raised a hand to her mouth that had formed into a small O. "Oh, I'm sorry, are those from this store? I didn't realize it. And by the way, you're in the wrong section. Plus sizes are over there," she told her, pointing.

Dementia's evil grin was her substitute for the deep frown that would have crossed her features upon encountering this girl, the one who thinks that she could possibly rival her in any way. She dared to challenge her actions, to raise her voice at her, to try to steal away someone that she wanted! No. No, Dementia. Stop it. She ordered herself inwardly, almost afraid at the ease that she unconsciously admitted something that had kept her tortured for what seemed like an eternity. She wasn't going to allow herself to think about it, about choosing, about Arkady or Seaheart or herself or anyone! This girl was just looking for a challenge, and that was all. Just a challenge. And Dementia sure as hell wasn't going to back down. Maya Saloon was going to lose.

[Krispey]

Maya, seemingly unphased by the girls weak attepmts at getting back at her, placed the clothes to the side of the counter. The store wasn't vastly populated, so it was okay for now to leave the clothes there for now. Then, she strode back over to the rack where Dementia had been, standing on the opposite side, looking directly into the girls eyes. Oddly, Maya had developed a new level of dislike for this girl, as well as a new level of spitefulness. It felt good to be the first to step out on a limb and say something vicious. "You make everyone look fat. And come to think of it...I never see you eat at lunch.That explains the protruding hip and shoulder bones!!" Maya said in false exclamitory.

Then, her face relaxed as she looked into the eyes of Dementia once more, serious. "Look,the only reason you dont like me is because I stole your clothes, and got who I deserved, Someone who apparently wasn't interested in you. Now that we got that out on the table, maybe we should put the hatred behind us and act like we dont know eachother." She paused, "Im tired of wasting my time on you."
What did that counselor do to me?!? I'm never like this...But it feels so goood!!

[Deon]

Dementia Kemik threw back her head and laughed. The sound was malicious and mirthless, contrary to the sound usually expected from the action. Maya's serious eyes, the way she spoke as if she knew everything, as if she had the upper hand, as if she could possibly even contemplate her reasons behind anything, it all was some of the most hilarious things she thought she had ever heard. Her laughter died down after a few seconds, and she glared at Maya with coldly amused eyes.

"You're kidding, right? Oh, please tell me you're kidding. You know nothing about the way I think or why I act. You know nothing about me whatsoever, especially about my emotions. Of course, I guess someone like me is hard to contemplate by another who's about as deep as a cereal bowl." She rolled her eyes and checked the tag of a pair of pants that her hand had fallen on, but pushed it away after realizing it was too big. She didn't need her full attention to deal with someone like Maya.

"Now listen, Barbie," she started, thumbing through pants hanging on the rack. As she moved them aside, their hangers let out a shrill squeak rubbing metal on metal. "You better learn to grow up soon. Your childish naivety is really starting to get on my nerves." She stopped her search, turned back to Maya, placed a single hand on her hip, and examined the other's fingernails casually, with a bored look on her face.

"See, here's another place where the assumptions you make are so entirely wrong that it would be funny if it weren't so stupid. I don't hate you at all. Don't flatter yourself. No, you're not worth my hatred. I wouldn't waste such a strong emotion on the likes of you." Her voice was full of contempt as she looked down on Maya as if she was an annoying cockroach that soiled the bottom of her expensive shoes when she crushed it.

"I wouldn't be so sure about any of the supposed 'victories' you have over me. I'll give you a little piece of advice, because I'm feeling generous today. Other than just to stop being stupid, you really should start reading into things. What you discover might--sorry, I mean will--surprise you. That is, if you can discover anything at all. You are the epitome of ignorance is bliss, I suppose. Though I personally wouldn't be happy if I was living in a delusion." She shrugged resignedly and let out a little sigh. "Ah, well, no one's able to survive in this world that way anyways, so I guess it's just a matter of time before you learn the hard way." Her act made her seem as if she really cared. Yeah, right.

"Now, I'm not going to let you just take the easy way out, anyway. Act like we don't know each other? Well, you don't have to act," she added after a brief pause of fake contemplation, "but I'm not going to give you the gift of being ignored. That would allow you to escape way too easily, and I'm not feeling that generous." She smiled sweetly. "Besides, I've got all the time in the world."

[Krispey]

As the girl began to talk, Maya rested her elbow on the rail of the rack, her head resting in her hands. Her eyes were a squint as she stared at Dementia. It looked as though she was focused on something other than what the girl had to say. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah! That's all she does is talk talk talk. No matter if I ignore her or not, either way, my ears will come out sore Finally, she stopped talking, about this and that.

"Oh my gosh! Does your mouth ever go dry?" Maya stood upright, straightening out imaginarey wrinkles in her shirt. "Hate me, despise me, dislike me, all of them fall into the same category hun," Maya looked back over at the girl, " You're saying how oh so wrong my assumptions are, when you keep feeding into at least two of the emotions that I just named. Maybe you should close your mouth sometimes and actually think about how you feel and what your feelings really are before you go protesting against them"

Maya nodded her head, acting as though she were sympathetic towards Dementia. Really, she could careless. She could careless if the girl took her advice or even bothered to soak in a word she had said. It didn't matter, because with her thick and stubborn skull, Maya;'s words would probably go in one ear and out the other. "Hah! Giving me the gift of being ignored? I thought when people despised another, that's what they did? Oh but then again, you probably couldn't sort out your feelings well enough to tell me if you hated me or loved me, now could you?"

Maya then threw up a hand, "Wait, no, don't answer that question. You have me wasting more of my breath on you then I would have wanted in the first place." Maya turned back to the counter, assuring herself that the clothes hadn't been tampered with or anything of that matter. "And, apparently, me getting what I want, and doing as I please, what you call "victories" are getting under your pale skin just fine.

I mean, obviously my delusions of the way you feel towards me because of those 'victories'" Maya made air quotes, "Are as real as they get, because I see you're still holding a grudge toward me because of them." Maya flipped her cinnamon brown tresses behind her shoulder, pivoting on her heels, heading toward the cash register. If she was going to be considered a barbie, why not act like one? She looked back at Dementia, "Eh ma god Dementia!! You so have to gain some weight, these clothes are awesome!!" Maya said in her 'barbie like voice'