Like every Monday, and every other weekday night, I strolled into Greg' Grocer's and took my place behind cash 5 right in the middle of the store. Out of my bookbag, came my self-recovered denim sketchpad and my purple feather pen. The same thing I do every time I have the need to release myself. My schedule is pretty typical. I do this everyday! I fipped to the ending of the book where I have my latest drawing; a hot pink puffy knee-length dress with big white buttons attaching the straps and black liquid leggings with silver quilted flats. "I just needed a hairstyle..." I stood there pondering.
I got taken away from my thoughts when a grouchy senior aged woman tapped on the counter. I could tell she'd been waiting there for me for for awhile while I daydreamed. I quickly scanned the several cans of prune juice, cheap-cardboard-tasting frozen dinners, and tins of sardines. "Ecccck!" I thought. She payed, and I packed her very poorly chosen food choices in a paper bag. She clicked her old lady heels out of the store.
I turned around and sighed. I wished so badly to not have to work at a run-down grocery store in a tiny town probably having to go to the community college a couple miles out of town and having this all haunt me for the rest of my life just because I don't have enough to buy the life that I want. And what I really want is a chance. I want to be able to work in a huge office building with properly and proffessionally dressed people who run around to Starbucks. And I want to go to New York and work at the top of the fashion industry. But clearly, I needed reality check.
There way no way that could ever happen. I'm just a kid from Cincinnati living near Central Parkway in one of the worst neighbourhoods, who sometimes can't even get enough cash to go out, have brand-name clothes, or even to afford a bike so I can get around because right now I'm restricted to anything under 5 miles. After that I don't think me or my beaten up Converse knock-offs could take it. It really sucks being the only one out of me and my mom making money. And I only get minimum wage! Needless to say I have absolutley NO plans for after graduation because I'm pretty sure Mika and Trini are sticking around here. I just want to do something with my life and not be struggling in 12 years trying to get a job and care for a kid.