Amor Omnibus Idem
I huffed as I slowed my pace from a run to a gentle jog. My lungs were stinging; I wasn't much of a runner, or an athlete for that matter. Heh, athletics were overrated. I swiped a hand across my runny nose and I sauntered into the corner store. Magazines of all sorts rested near the front counter. I made a beeline for the candy and chips… My weakness! I grabbed a pack of Oreos, gum, and a Dr. Pepper (diet, of course). I got in line behind a guy whose pockets were stuffed with shit he had shoplifted. The cashier either didn't notice or didn't care… the guy checking out a pack of cigs did look mean and tough. He had a weird, pouty face and furrowed eyebrows.
I placed my horde on the conveyor belt and withdrew a five dollar bill from my pocket. I gave it to the cashier and shoved the change back into my ripping pocket. Sighing, I grabbed my crap and headed out the door into a cloud of foul cigarette smoke.
Gross… I huffed and began walking briskly toward the movie theater. I didn't have a car, but I could find a seat somewhere. Hopefully I had enough money. I was no rich kid; I didn't have a job or any friends or nice clothes… nothing like that. The rubber band holding my hair away from my face snapped and fell to the ground. Irritably, I slipped another into its place, blowing a stray piece from my forehead. I hadn't bathed in about two days… Gross, I know. I carried deodorant and a pack of floss in my black, tattered backpack… Oh, I didn't have a home either; I was a pretty mean foster kid. I was a street-walker by day and a runaway by night. It was hard when it rained.
A chick who looked to be 18, my age, wandered past and smirked at me. "You poor girl… you ARE a girl, aren't you?"
I scowled, "your father never loved you, and your mother is a dirty whore," and continued on my un-merry way to the movie house.