I'm not entirely sure you could call this a town. The "general store"
had shingles falling off the roof and the wooden walls looked a bit moldy,
like bread except a deep rust color. I wonder if they sold cigarettes, I
could really use some, I only had a broken New Port and 2 Marlboro Lights
left.
I parked, rather rammed the Moped against some shaky looking pole and opened the creaky screen door to the general store. I felt as if I was in some movie from an American book I once read about a girl going camping with her dysfunctional family. An old man in a tweed sweater was sitting on a stool leaning against the wall snoring loudly. How pathetic, there mustn't be much to do around here, I suddenly felt bad for the geezer. I walked around and picked up 2 cans of Irish baked beans and a package of brown bread along with a tin of shortbread cookies. I walked up to the counter and coughed loudly to get the old man's attention. He didn't stir until I threw one of the cans of beans on the ground. The man woke with a jerk and I quickly bent down to pick it up. I smiled apologetically at the man and murmured a quick "I'm such a klutz." The man slowly got up, which I can perfectly understand, I mean when you're old you have such a great chance of getting osteoporosis, which is why I drink loads of milk as well as Daily Active and ginseng and this weird fish oil supplement my mother told me was a wondrous thing for growing girls who wish to maintain a good weight, whatever. As the man began ringing me up, I asked him if he sold cigarettes, the guy looked me up and down and then proceeded to point at a display case beneath my fingers. No Marlboro Lights, well ain't that shit on a stick. He only carried Winston, Parliaments, and some weird French brand, fuck. I really wasn't in the mood for this; I pointed to the Parliaments and handed over the 20 Euro. With only 5.70 in my pocket I thanked the man who was probably already asleep again and banged open the screen door pissed. I had a pack of cigarettes in my pocket that I hated, I was wearing capris and a flimsy sweatshirt and it was practically below zero, I had absolutely no money, and I was stuck in this shit hole for four more days and my bra was killing me! I put the groceries in the side bag of the Moped, got on, started it up and set down the long road home.
I can't possibly express how pissed off I was, I was missing a Juliana Theory concert that was on in London right now, I even had a date to it! Well, he was a neighbor but it took me awhile to get up the nerve to talk to him let alone ask him if he wanted my extra ticket. It was just my luck that it turned out he'd been eyeing me for weeks and he was psyched to go, but I had to give my ticket to Vi since I had to go on this family vacation. Vi was all about guys, she was dating 3 and screwing 2 more, she really gets around, not that I think she's a slut, well she is, but I just don't want her to take Jay, my neighbor, from me. She knows how much I like him and it would be just like her to forget that and hook up with him. Jay was quiet but he was so intriguing, I loved his dark black curls and his bright green eyes, he wasn't really into Emo, but he did enjoy a good Dashboard Confessional song every once in awhile. Our favorite Juliana Theory song was "Breathing by Wires." I could play it 20 times in a row and still not get enough of it; it's just so refreshing each time.
Jay lived with his step mom and step brother in the house next door, he and his brother were both into drugs but they were good kids, they just had a really bad childhood. Again, I go using excuses for why people do substance abuse, I really need to just flat out say it and not care what judgment people had about it. My friend Allie had slept with Jay's step brother and told me a lot really terrible stories he had told her after they had sex. They were on and off for a month but they just couldn't stay together, it kind of sucked since Allie wouldn't come around anymore since there could be a chance she'd see him and we hardly saw each other anymore. I guess that's just how life is, just a cycle, so many people pass through, that they just grow so insignificant, maybe that's why it doesn't hurt as much anymore. I really couldn't give a shit anymore, I don't really have any friends at Hogwarts and the friends I have here in London, well, they'll leave me for bigger and better things sooner or later.they always do.
I parked, rather rammed the Moped against some shaky looking pole and opened the creaky screen door to the general store. I felt as if I was in some movie from an American book I once read about a girl going camping with her dysfunctional family. An old man in a tweed sweater was sitting on a stool leaning against the wall snoring loudly. How pathetic, there mustn't be much to do around here, I suddenly felt bad for the geezer. I walked around and picked up 2 cans of Irish baked beans and a package of brown bread along with a tin of shortbread cookies. I walked up to the counter and coughed loudly to get the old man's attention. He didn't stir until I threw one of the cans of beans on the ground. The man woke with a jerk and I quickly bent down to pick it up. I smiled apologetically at the man and murmured a quick "I'm such a klutz." The man slowly got up, which I can perfectly understand, I mean when you're old you have such a great chance of getting osteoporosis, which is why I drink loads of milk as well as Daily Active and ginseng and this weird fish oil supplement my mother told me was a wondrous thing for growing girls who wish to maintain a good weight, whatever. As the man began ringing me up, I asked him if he sold cigarettes, the guy looked me up and down and then proceeded to point at a display case beneath my fingers. No Marlboro Lights, well ain't that shit on a stick. He only carried Winston, Parliaments, and some weird French brand, fuck. I really wasn't in the mood for this; I pointed to the Parliaments and handed over the 20 Euro. With only 5.70 in my pocket I thanked the man who was probably already asleep again and banged open the screen door pissed. I had a pack of cigarettes in my pocket that I hated, I was wearing capris and a flimsy sweatshirt and it was practically below zero, I had absolutely no money, and I was stuck in this shit hole for four more days and my bra was killing me! I put the groceries in the side bag of the Moped, got on, started it up and set down the long road home.
I can't possibly express how pissed off I was, I was missing a Juliana Theory concert that was on in London right now, I even had a date to it! Well, he was a neighbor but it took me awhile to get up the nerve to talk to him let alone ask him if he wanted my extra ticket. It was just my luck that it turned out he'd been eyeing me for weeks and he was psyched to go, but I had to give my ticket to Vi since I had to go on this family vacation. Vi was all about guys, she was dating 3 and screwing 2 more, she really gets around, not that I think she's a slut, well she is, but I just don't want her to take Jay, my neighbor, from me. She knows how much I like him and it would be just like her to forget that and hook up with him. Jay was quiet but he was so intriguing, I loved his dark black curls and his bright green eyes, he wasn't really into Emo, but he did enjoy a good Dashboard Confessional song every once in awhile. Our favorite Juliana Theory song was "Breathing by Wires." I could play it 20 times in a row and still not get enough of it; it's just so refreshing each time.
Jay lived with his step mom and step brother in the house next door, he and his brother were both into drugs but they were good kids, they just had a really bad childhood. Again, I go using excuses for why people do substance abuse, I really need to just flat out say it and not care what judgment people had about it. My friend Allie had slept with Jay's step brother and told me a lot really terrible stories he had told her after they had sex. They were on and off for a month but they just couldn't stay together, it kind of sucked since Allie wouldn't come around anymore since there could be a chance she'd see him and we hardly saw each other anymore. I guess that's just how life is, just a cycle, so many people pass through, that they just grow so insignificant, maybe that's why it doesn't hurt as much anymore. I really couldn't give a shit anymore, I don't really have any friends at Hogwarts and the friends I have here in London, well, they'll leave me for bigger and better things sooner or later.they always do.