Ally’s POV
To say shopping with Syd was more exhausting than a work out was not an exaggeration. I was kind of shopper who decided what I was looking for before I entered a store. I looked for that and then left once I found it. I rarely tried on clothes and I never browsed. Shopping had never been a fun experience for me. In foster care, clothes shopping usually consisted of finding the cheapest piece of clothing that fit and you could hopefully grow in. Which meant to purchase baggy/long jeans and shirts a size larger. Thankfully, I pretty much stayed the same size after sophomore year.
Syd walked into every store and grabbed at least five outfits and shuffled me straight into the dressing rooms where I had to put on a fashion show. A couple of dresses she tried
