"Well, this simply will not due!", screached Allison, as she dabbed the tiny ketchup stain on her pink jean-skirt. "I am not going to be able to walk around here looking like this!"
The desparation in her voice was becoming increasingly apparent to her friend, Claire, sitting across the table from her in the University of Regina food court.
"I have just the trick to get rid of that. Don't worry," said Claire as she frantically tried to remember the trick the last time something like this had happened to her. What was it that she had done to get rid of that stain? Then, like a lightbulb lighting up, Claire remembered.
Taking a plastic knife, Claire explained what it was that she was going to do. Allison was not slow-witted, and soon saw the merit in the plan and agreed that it was the best option.
With the utmost care, Claire started to "shave" the stain on the pink jean-skirt, moving the knife back and forth over the material until the fabric started to "wisp". At this point, Claire cleared off the "wisps" of fabric, and amazingly the pink jean-skirt looked like it had just been bought out of the American Eagle in the local mall location!
With tears welling up in her eyes, Allison hugged Claire and said repeatedly, "I owe you so much! You are a miracle worker, Claire. If you ever need anything, just say it and I'll help you out."
Claire brushed it off, saying, "I have a class now, so we'll see you later. By the way, isn't university so much better than high school? I mean, the boys are so much better looking and there's such a mature atmosphere at the parties. I love it!"
"Yah, I totally agree with you," stated Allison. "I'm totally feeling positive that I'm going to get a boyfriend within the next week!"
The two of them left their table in the food court and started walking towards the classroom building where their next classes were.
Allison felt so relieved that the stain was gone. Her outfit was perfectly coordinated. She was the best-looking girl that graduated from her high school in Regina, with Claire running a close second. The world was her oyster... She was and IS a star...
There would be no second-place for her... Despite the near-fatal incident with the ketchup.
She would be the talk of the campus. She was going places.
