Chapter 6- Shopping!

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Ugly. Too big. Too bright. Too old lady like. Too dull. Found it! The shirt I picked out was a lime green top, with three quarter length sleeves, and a black belt of sequins around the waist, and it just happened to be my size! I stretched my hand out to grab the hanger, just as another hand swooped in to get it. Startled, I jumped back a bit.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My bad." Said a sweet, angelic voice.

"Oh, it's fine." I hastily replied politely.

"You don't look familiar, are you new here?" The person said.

"Sort of." I said. Then I looked up. The person I was talking to had pixie like, spikey brown hair, and was small. She looked innocent enough, until I then took note of her eyes. They were strikingly green. Like, fresh moss kind of green. Those were the same eyes of a Cullen.

"That's like, so cool! I'm Alice; I have lived here since I was in 2nd grade. Maybe I could show you around?" Alice CULLEN said happily.

"Omg, like really?" I said with my best 'valley girl' voice. "Then we could like totally go shopping and be BFFs." Alice looked a bit hurt that I labeled her like that, but after what she did to me, well, I don't feel bad for her at all.

"You know, I was only trying to be nice. You don't have to be so rude; I am super popular too, so I can make the whole school hate you." She said so matter-of-factly, that I almost busted a gut laughing.

"Let me tell you a little secret," I leaned in, pretending to tell her a secret, "I don't give a rat's ass about popularity. In this world, popularity will only last till high school. After that, no one cares about how many parties you get invited to. The only thing that matters is how much you know, and how you apply that knowledge. And by the way honey, green? It's SO not your color." I shot back at her. She looked shocked that I had actually turned down an option to be popular, and even more shocked when she realized I had just totally dissed her fashion sense. If she was anything like how she was in 8th grade, then that should make her pretty mad.

Then, with one quick move of the hand, Alice slapped me across the face and trotted away. I felt my cheeks burn a scarlet shade of red. I narrowed my eyes as I felt the sting travel across my burning cheek and mumbled, "Yeah that's right. Run away. That's the only thing you're actually good at." I guess she must have heard me, because she whirled around to face me.

"What did you just say?" she demanded.

"Oh nothing except for that you are a spineless Barbie doll." I quickly retorted. A look of confusion crossed her face as she was processing what I had just said. Not wanting to be there any longer, I said before I left, "I'll just let you figure it out yourself."

I grabbed the shirt from the rack, and headed to check out. The total cost was about $25, since I had also bought a pair of sneakers and a pair of boots. Handing the clerk my credit card, I realized something. Alice had said she was popular. That must mean that they are still big bullies

Bullies. My fists clench and my blood start to boil each time I see or hear one of one. They are the reason that society is such a jumble right now. I'll bet that over half of murderers were bullied during school, which made them become murderers. (A.N. Just a little 'fun-fact of the day' for you)

Well that trip went NOTHING like I had expected. Well for one, I did not expect to run into a Cullen there. I checked my watch to see how much time I had before Charlie would get home from a day of socializing. It was 5:30 when I had left the mall, and Charlie is supposed to be home at six. I guess I could speed grocery shop. I hope they still have the same arrangement as before, if not, then I'm out of luck.

I looked around for parking spaces once I pulled into the parking lot at the nearest Pick n' Save. My car pulled up next to a red convertible and a silver Volvo. Without hesitating, I jumped out of the car, and grabbed a cart. Hmm, I wonder what Charlie needs from here. Then I thought back to his barren cupboards and bare fridge. Yikes, the man needs everything! I grabbed a cart and started in the produce section. Apples, pears, bananas, carrots, plums, celery, onions, broccoli, and strawberries went into the cart. Speeding up, I went up and down every aisle. Last section: dairy. I rounded a corner and started to grab cheddar, Swiss, and Colby cheese, when I suddenly saw him. What was he doing here?

'Well it is a PUBLIC market' I told myself.

I took a deep breath and held it when I walked past him to the milk and eggs. He didn't take note of me, and didn't show any recognition of our previous meeting.

'Don't look, don't look, don't look!' I repeatedly told myself. But it was hard not to. He has the loveliest bronze hair, the deepest green eyes, and the toned body of a God. But of course, I shut those thoughts down with a single word. "Cullen" and a million thoughts of what they did to me come flooding back. All recent, pleasant daydreams disappear as I remember the horror and torture I was put through by them.

My face turns impassive, hiding all the hatred and anger toward him, though inside, I'm pretty sure that the fires in Hell would be considered below freezing compared to how much I was burning up. My hands as fists, I stiffly walked back to my cart. I guess that I must have cut someone off, because the next thing I know, an uncomfortable, metal, shopping cart rammed into my side. My breath let out an 'oomph' sound as all the air in my lungs whooshed out. "Hey, watch where you're going, grandma." A high pitched, bitchy voice said to me.

"Ya really, you could like, seriously injure our cart" a masculine, sarcastic voice called out. With a sigh, I brushed my long, dark locks out of my face and took a look at who was insulting me like that. But I definitely did not expect two pairs of dark, green eyes to stare back at me.