Post by bambam on Jan 13, 2010 14:32:28 GMT -5
Undoubtedly, every single person on the planet had days where they needed something. Well, possibly not on the planet, but the way Hugo felt; it was important enough for other people to feel it too.
Maybe an old watch had broken so they were in need of a new one, maybe they’d be thirsty or perhaps a DVD of their favourite TV show had just come out.
One of these days had finally come round to Hugo’s little world and he soon found himself rushing past the shops, trying to appear inconspicuous, like he wasn’t actually shopping. Confidence was a positive part of his personality, however he did care what people thought; and a single, always has been single and probably always will be single guy who goes shopping in rush really didn’t do him any favours.
But his eyes gave it all away as he kept glancing up at each door he passed, longing to see the name… Ben Sherman.
He wasn’t a materialistic person, far from it. But when you need something, or at least want it badly enough, you’ve gotta have it.
Hugo had reached the point where he couldn’t go to school wearing the same things, his wardrobe was vast but about a week ago he reached the point where he was repeating outfits far too many times for his liking.
Hugo never wanted to end up like the guy who only wears the same t-shirt each day, long greasy hair and walks like a penguin… Though that was far from ever happening, blowing things out of proportion was Hugo’s specialty.
So he searched online for some clothes and though he had to sacrifice a ten year old piggie bank (it was green, not pink) which will cost him the allowance he never actually gets. He had enough money to buy the much needed shirt… Ben Sherman repeated through his mind as if he was scared to forget it, continuing to walk passed the countless clothes shops.
Until finally, he saw it… Briskly reaching the opening he stepped inside and breathed out heavily like he’d just achieved something great. Feeling the eyes of a few people, he walked forward and immersed himself in some clothes racks, flicking through the tops. It was going to be a long and tedious day of hiding from people he knew walk by, and shop assistance asking him why he’d just jumped into the coats as they did so.
Maybe an old watch had broken so they were in need of a new one, maybe they’d be thirsty or perhaps a DVD of their favourite TV show had just come out.
One of these days had finally come round to Hugo’s little world and he soon found himself rushing past the shops, trying to appear inconspicuous, like he wasn’t actually shopping. Confidence was a positive part of his personality, however he did care what people thought; and a single, always has been single and probably always will be single guy who goes shopping in rush really didn’t do him any favours.
But his eyes gave it all away as he kept glancing up at each door he passed, longing to see the name… Ben Sherman.
He wasn’t a materialistic person, far from it. But when you need something, or at least want it badly enough, you’ve gotta have it.
Hugo had reached the point where he couldn’t go to school wearing the same things, his wardrobe was vast but about a week ago he reached the point where he was repeating outfits far too many times for his liking.
Hugo never wanted to end up like the guy who only wears the same t-shirt each day, long greasy hair and walks like a penguin… Though that was far from ever happening, blowing things out of proportion was Hugo’s specialty.
So he searched online for some clothes and though he had to sacrifice a ten year old piggie bank (it was green, not pink) which will cost him the allowance he never actually gets. He had enough money to buy the much needed shirt… Ben Sherman repeated through his mind as if he was scared to forget it, continuing to walk passed the countless clothes shops.
Until finally, he saw it… Briskly reaching the opening he stepped inside and breathed out heavily like he’d just achieved something great. Feeling the eyes of a few people, he walked forward and immersed himself in some clothes racks, flicking through the tops. It was going to be a long and tedious day of hiding from people he knew walk by, and shop assistance asking him why he’d just jumped into the coats as they did so.