Lydia stumbled through the admirably decorated doors of the store and onto the filthy city sidewalk.

“No, not again!” she screeched.

Tripping over her slack pair of jeans, she barely kept herself from taking a familiar tumble across the pavement. Staggering, she planted her foot right into a freshly donated piece of gum and hastily peeled the blackened mess off of her tattered sneakers.

Noticeably distressed, she peered around for refuge. Panicked, she ran down the overflowing block, attempting to keep her bearings, as the surrounding faces sneered while she pushed her way through.

Finally spotting safety, she exclaimed, “Ugh, I can’t take this anymore!”

Leaning on a nearby staple-covered street pole, Daisy whirled around at the sound of her best friend and saw Lydia all disheveled.

“What the hell’s going on, Lyds?!” she asked instantly.

“It’s Cathy…” she blurted out – straining her voice.

Confused, she queried, “What? Is she okay?!”

“She’s a goner!” she whimpered, “She just bought Twilight.”