With all the talk about Michelle Obama's fashion style, Sam from Searching For A Starry Night, A Miniature Art Mystery, and her friend, Lita, wanted to share their views on fashion."Sam, here. Me and my bff Lita, sorry, I mean my bff Lita and I, wanted to talk about clothes and stuff.
"Gee, I don't know much about fashion. Lita's the one who knows what looks good. I think that's because she likes to look nice for our friend JJ. (He likes her!)"
"He does not," Lita insisted. "I just like to look nice."
Sam shrugged and continued. "I don't have time for dressing up. Most of our time's been taken up trying to find that miniature Starry Night painting, (the one the book's named for), before my Mom really flips out.
"I'm not into that fashion stuff. Jeans, shorts, that's 'fashiony' enough for going fishing. Not that we had the chance to do much of that! Not with Lita being so chicken and all. She's still spooked after touching that creepy old folder that Petey dug up. (It's all in the book.) She sure won't touch some slimy old worm!
"Okay, I admit Lita scared me. She's so dramatic... I felt terrible about her being so upset about finding that folder. We've been friends since we were little and we both hoped we'd always be bff's, you know?"
"Maybe," Lita said. "But I keep tellin' you to ditch the T-shirts."
"Why? They're comfortable. I like this shirt. The dog's cute, don't you think?"
"Yeah, looks like Petey. But you said my new shirt was cute. I told you to try it on in blue. It'd look good with your red hair."
"Auburn," Sam said and smirked, "not red, never red. I said I'd think about it but... it's too girly for me. That kind of stuff looks good on you. Not me."
"You too scared to try it on?" Lita asked. "Admit it."
"Scared? Look who's talking. She-who-won't-go-fishing."
"Aww, c'mon, Sam. I told ya, I didn't want to ruin my new shirt. My mom would kill me."
"See? Who needs fashion?" Sam said. "You won't do anything cuz you're afraid of messing up your clothes!"
Lita sighed. "Okay, you win. Now, can we go get some ice cream?"
Sam smiled. "You bet. Hey, you sure you want to? Last time you dripped ice cream all over the front of your shirt!"
"You ever goin' to let me forget that?"
Sam smiled. "Never. Isn't that what friends are for?"
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