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The Prettiest Dress At The Party - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time there lived a wonderful little girl named Lucy. Right now one thing was of great importance to her and it was the fact that she didn’t have anything outstanding to wear for her neighbor’s birthday party and her parents didn’t want to give her the money to get one even though they were rich.

   Lucy bugged and bugged her parents. She tried everything she could but she still couldn’t get her parents to give her the money for a new dress. She had been bugging them for weeks now and now the party was only one day away.

   “Your dress shouldn’t give you value it should be the other way round” Lucy’s Mum would say, “Just dress well. Besides you are not supposed to dress better than the celebrant, it’s good etiquette.”

   ‘Good etiquette?’, Lucy taught. Mum didn’t understand the way things work now. Good etiquette is old school. No one cares about etiquette no more. Mum didn’t understand that the dresses she (Lucy) wears determines her reputation and without a reputation she’s just another face in school.

   Hours later, the downcast Lucy sat in her bedroom with her best friend Mary. She complained to her about everything and soon started talking about robbing a clothing store and clandestinely returning the dress after the party. She called it borrowing from the store without permission.

   Lucy’s friend, Mary told her not to think like that. Although her and Lucy where both Christians who had nice Christian parents, Mary was the one who was more prone to make decisions based on the word of God out of the two friends.

   Mary told Lucy that she kinda agrees with what her Mum said. She shouldn’t depend on a beautiful dress to define who she is.  And about stealing a dress no matter what she may want to call it is totally out of the question.

   Mary also added that if good etiquette was embraced all around the world that the world will be a much better place socially.

   Lucy couldn’t believe what her best friend was telling her. It was at times like this that she wondered why she still keeps her as a friend. But still, she had to admit that it was Mary’s solid hold on values that made her such a good friend and the only friend she had that she was 100% sure she could rely on.

   When the day of the party came, Lucy couldn’t believe she would have to attend it with one of her old but Ok! party clothes. She wore the best dress that she had and stood in front of the mirror. She spun around. She didn’t feel it. The dress didn’t make her feel like a princess. The more she taught about it the more the dress made her feel small.

   Uuurgh! That’s it! Lucy couldn’t take it anymore. Lucy waited for just the right moment and then she sneaked out of the house and off she went to the clothing store. The plan was simple: snatch the prettiest dress you see there when no one is looking and after the party return it to where you saw it when no one is looking. 

   Unfortunately for Lucy, wrong deeds always cost you because you always reap what you sow. Lucy was caught stealing the dress on camera and instead of flaunting a new dress at her neighbor’s party she was the object of scorn at the party even though she couldn’t attend it. Word gets spread fast in the town especially when it involves a rich little girl whose parents have to come running down the street to bail their daughter out of police custody for shop-lifting.


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