Frankie had just finished putting on her latest creation: a black and white miniskirt with a tank top to match. She looked at herself in the mirror. “Perfect! Now all I need are my boots…” she said as she looked under her bed. Once she found them, she quickly laced them up. Looking at the mirror, she felt satisfied. She glanced at her Ded Kitty! wall clock and realized that she had 5 minutes until Lala was picking her up. She swiped on some of her Dead as Bolts lipstick and rushed down the stairs. She tiptoed past her sleeping father and placed a freshly manicured hand on the doorknob. “Not so fast, young lady,” said her father. “Where do you think you’re going?” She slumped against the door. She didn’t want to tell her father that this was her first shopping spree; he always made a big party out of everything. For example, when she got her manicure for the first time he made a whole scrapbook from it! He then showed it to everyone she knew. It was scary bad. “I’m going… to the nail salon!” Her father raised an eyebrow. She heard a horn honking outside. She ran to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you and I’ll call you as soon as I get there!” she rushed. She threw open the door and closed it in a hurry. She saw a familiar pink and black convertible. Alone at last!