<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;">Walking down the street. With fingers in her front pocket. She had read the names of the shops, as she past by each one. A tingle in her spin, as she had passed by one. Like there was a need go into it. Looking up, it was a store she never had been in yet. She traces back as she decides to go into it. Reaching her hand to the door. Stepping in, she had seen it was like "Hot Topic" But had more of a Old Style Gothic/ Lolita like wears in it. Later finding it had not had band T-shirts. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ding Ding</span><br/><br/>The door rang as she entered the store. She had made her way though the store. Only a few people were in the store. Gabriela had seen the accessory's. Heading her way down. She caught a sight. Something that she only though was only in her dreams. It felt as if, she was still dreaming. But she knew she wasn't. Not knowing what to do.  She went to the accessory's. The belts and necklace's hung. She glanced at the woman so often. To see if she was still there. Making sure she wasn't hallucinating. Grabbing what she wanted. Which was <a class="postlink" href="http://www.mysticcrypt.com/images/A80.jpg">necklace</a> that was like a cross and a heart at the top part of it, with a red jewel on it. She knew the jewel was fake. But she liked the look. <br/><br/>Walking around the store to see what-else there was. But also trying to get closer to the girl. Who was mysterious, while alluring. Gabriela was a quiet type of girl. But also curious at times. That seemed interesting. She wanted to keep her distance, not wanting to seem odd to the other. <br/><br/>After awhile, the lady had left the store. Gabriela being curious. Found herself, leaving the store after purchasing her items. Leaving to turn each side the lady went. Seeing to the left. She had walked down the street with grace. Gabriela shacking her head, as to get herself together. After staring at the woman. Gabriela had made her way down the street. Following each turn the lady went. Where was she going? What was this feeling she was having? Why did she look like the lady in her dream? It seemed all odd to her.  But it was odd, she remember the lady. But as to remember how her dreams were. It wouldn't happen. It was like she forgot, once she was awake. All the questions in her head. Needed to be answer. She never liked unanswered questions.</div></span>