The store was bustling with people. I pushed my way through the dense crowd, heading towards the music section.
"Listen to over 100,000 albums!" the sign said. Yeah, right. It was only 46,021.
Me and Music. We were an odd pair. I listened to music 24/7. Most of the time it isn't my choice.
I have a problem. I can hear music that other people are listening to. It sounds crazy, I know. But when I'm driving down the road, I can hear music blaring from the ear buds of passing joggers. It's in my head.
When I attempt at telling someone, they think I'm crazy. So, I don't have "friends".
So, I continued shoving my way through the crowd. I didn't know why it was so crowded. It wasn't a holiday...was it?
As I neared the shelves stocked with many albums (my eyes caught on to a certain Nirvana album), I crashed into someone. The cup of coffee he was holding splattered all over my blue t-shirt. We tumbled over each other, and slammed into the ground. I looked up and noticed many eyes were on us, and I quickly pulled myself up. The person I crashed into did the same.
It was a tall, well-fit boy. His eyes, which were a peculiar violet color (was that even possible?), fell on the big stain on my shirt. I looked down at it. The big, brown stain covered half the shirt. It was shaped like a star. Almost like he purposely spilled it like that.
"Damn it," I mumbled. The boy slowly looked back up at me, his purple eyes wide.
"I'm so sorry," the boy started, "I wasn't looking where I was going-"
"It's fine," I interrupted. I honestly didn't want to start a conversation with this boy. "I never really liked this shirt."
I scoffed silently at the lie.
We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.
I cleared my throat. "Well, it was nice running into you..." he smiled and rolled his eyes at my pun. "Will." he finished.
"Will." I said. "Well, bye."
I turned around to walk away, but suddenly Will's hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.
"What was that for?" I yelled. Suddenly, a huge figure swooped past us. If Will hadn't moved me, I would've been trampled. Will grabbed my hand and yanked me behind a shelf.
The figure, which appeared as an old hag dressed in a pant suit, turned back towards us. It's eyes were pure black, and a mouth full of fangs grinned at us.
"OOOOH! MORE DEMIGODSSS!" it hissed. "YOU WILL BE WONDERFUL SACRIFICESSSS!"
I looked at Will frantically, as if to say "What the heck is going on?!"
"WILLLLLL!" the thing said in a horrific sing-song voice. "COME OUT, COME OUT, AND BRING THE FEMALE HALF-BLOOD WITH YOUUU!"