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Tia swung the grocery basket in her hand, waltzing over to line up at the checkout. She shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, waiting impatiently for the checkout chick to scan the mammoth pile of groceries that belonged to the man in front of her. His hair was silver, and Tia was very impressed by it. Usually men old enough to have hair that colour didn't have so much of it.
Tia began stacking cans on the end of the conveyor belt, attempting to be subtle as she pushed the man's groceries' further towards the checkout girl, bunching them together. The grey haired man turned around to see who was shifting his groceries, and Tia was surprised to see he wasn't old, rather, he was young and quite handsome.
"I thought you were gonna be old" Tia couldn't help but blurt out, "y'know, because of your hair" she mumbled. The boy smiled at her.
"Well" he replied, "judging by your hair, I'd say you were a Barbie, but that's not true" Tia ran her hand through her pale pink wig absentmindedly.
"It's a wig" she said, her tone hushed. She ducked her head low as she spoke.
"I know. But why?" said the boy matching her low tone and ducking down to her level.
"So people don't recognise me" she whispered.
"But who'd be looking for you?" he asked her, his voice full of concern and sympathy. Tia just smiled at him. He frowned in response.
"Peter!" a young girl's voice called. The silver haired boy turned back to his trolley.
"What? Are you bored? I could get you some Skittles?" Tia heard him ask, his voice quick and impatient.
"Okay" huffed the little girl.
Tia smirked as she reached her hand up to the shelf of Skittles sitting rear the conveyor belt, blinking her eyes, causing the candy to disappear.
The silver-haired boy turned around, his eyes searching the small shelves on the counter for Skittles.
"What?" he muttered to himself, "They were here just a second ago." Peter glanced over to the pink haired girl, who just shrugged as she piled cans unnecessarily high on the conveyor belt.
"Actually" said Peter, reaching into one of the already purchased bags of shopping, "have one of these" he said to the young girl, pulling a pink iced cupcake out of it's plastic container.
Tia groaned. Seeing the cake had reminded her that she had stuck some muffins in the oven before she had gone to the shops.
The silver boy was practically vibrating with impatience as he watched the slow moving checkout-chick, and Tia was beginning to do the same.
"Screw this" Tia muttered, shifting uncomfortably in the line.
"What's going on?" Peter blurted, turning around to meet Tia's eyes.
"I left something in the oven at my apartment" she muttered.
"Surely the time you've waited in line is worth more than making the whole trip home to save some cake or something?" he reasoned, although he looked as though he begged to differ.
"Peter" she said, meeting his wide innocent eyes, "when capable of having it all, why compromise?"
Tia turned and ran towards the door of the supermarket, groceries in hand.
"Wait" Peter yelled, "aren't you gonna pay?" Tia was out of earshot, so didn't turn and answer him. As Peter turned back towards his sister, the shelf of skittles caught his eye. They were suddenly back in place.
Had they been there all along? How had he been unable to see them? Peter wondered, but quickly moved on. Everything in Peter's mind happened quickly.
Peter looked up and out the shop's front door, watching Tia run wildly through the car park. Strangely, her hand were now empty.
"She must have dropped her shopping" Peter said, to no-one in particular. He scanned the path from the checkout, to the door and through the car park, yet he couldn't see any dropped groceries.
The pink-wigged girl's groceries seemed to have vanished.
Peter tuned back to his sister. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he ruffled her hair.
"I think she's magic" whispered the little girl. Peter frowned at her, wondering what she meant.
The girl in the pink wig led a very strange life, Peter was sure.
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