Teenage resurgence

The swirling mass of hair washed over the toys and the women and the mini Nicole and as it retracted into each of its victims a army of hot teen Nicole's smiled in their overdone makeup and adjusted their socks and looked at themselves in whatever reflections they could find as they ran their hands in their ponytails. The mall was back in its rightful hands, and they had a job to finish. The slipped their respective purses over their shoulders, slid on their sunglasses and clicked in their open toed heels toward the electronics, business wear, and department store at the far end of the mall. It was time to finish this mall and move on to the world.