Idk he like me

School Shinanegains UwU

Yvonne wanted to spit in the school's face. Despite it being a public school, albeit a high-end one at that, she spotted like three people going around with Prada and Gucci accessories. Like how tf your broke ass manage to do that without landing your family in hard labor!? She came to the conclusion that they had to be fake. But just to make sure, she marched up to one of the girls , yanked her Chanel bag, and tried scratching the zipper. It didn't flaw one bit. "What the hell are you doing, you crazy bitch?" The girl hissed. "The fuck I did to you?" A note of humor crept into her voice. "I just wanted to see it," she mumbled, running off like a wild animal. Actually, Yvonne wanted to slap her, but she got like 7 citations per year and she didn't want to break her record just yet. Behind her, the girl stood there shaking her head. "She's delulu," she confirmed. That night, Yvonne opened her computer and punched in the proper search terms. ~ Gucci gave her a location, she'll pick it up when the time's ready. Yvonne had to find a way to get to it within the next 14 days or...she didn't know, maybe they'd scam her. $7,750 gone on the wearables alone, but worth it. Jimmy Choo, Prada, Gucci, Chanel, and Hermés, she thought wonderfully. She had also purchased a strap-on bag or whatever you called it from lululemon, although it had only added $38 to her total. Even her charm bracelet was tossed into her nightstand drawer. She'd get a newer one from Marc Jacobs. Yvonne was laughing softly and kicking her feet as she skimmed over the credit card details and hit pay. Shipping would use up all of Yvonne's budget for fragrances, so she ordered the pick-up option. The nearest boutique was approx. 42 miles away. Fuck it; she'd figure it out. Maybe take the subway or something. And so she found herself with $200 in her double-zipped pocket (where there's people, it's always messy), making her way underground. She was tall enough to pass as an 18 or 17-year-old, and if they asked for her ID, well, good thing she was decent at forging her parents' signatures. Anyways it was easy to find the tunnels when there was a big graffiti-covered screen showing a map of the entire city. The area was bustling, overflowing with *people.* It could've been any city, from Los Angeles to Las Vegas to New York. Yvonne went out of her way to swerve around the homeless guys, though none too obviously. A couple of times she was struck of the sheer reality of what she was doing: sneaking out to pick up le luxe handbags. There was no going back. She was going to do it. She was going to do it.