I stood in my soon to be open shop. I had spent hours painting the shop different shades of blue, I got mahogany shelves shiped in, I organized the toys. Everything was perfect and my shop would open tomorrow. I walked by the teddy bears. I straightened one that was leaning to the side. I walked by the books. They were all organized alphabet order. I heard the bell ring from door. I turn around to see who was here. It was my brother, Marcus. Marcus looked just like dad with his dark brown hair and dark brown almost black eyes. His skin was tan like most of our family. I'm the only one with pale skin in my family. They always laugh at me because of it and call me names like snow and paper. "Hey Amie," Marcus said. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Nice to see you too." He said laughing. "So, how is the shop?" Marcus asked me. "Perfect. Just perfect." I replied. "So, have you met anyone," he teased. I gave him a stern look. "I'm not ready yet," I said through a clenched jaw. "It was two years ago Amie, two years. You need to get over it. So, you got left at the altar. You need to find someone new. To make you happy. If you don't find someone soon, I'll have to set you up with someone." Marcus said. "You really don't know when to shut up do you," I raised my voice. "I, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that Amie. I'm sorry." He said. "It's fine," I said, "I have to get some stuff I need to get done. You should leave." Marcus walked to the door. "Bye sis, I love you," He said. "I love you too," I mumbled. Then he left. I sat down and started crying. Marcus doesn't understand how much it hurts. He's happily married with two kids. One daughter and one son. A perfect family. I'm a one-person family. I wiped my eyes and stood up. I'm fine, I told myself. I locked the shop door and left to go home. I got in my old black truck and tried to start the car. It wouldn't start. "Dammit," I said. I got out of the truck slamming the door. "I geuss I'm walking home," I said to myself. I started walking to my apartment. While I was walking a car pulled up by me. The window rolled down. The man in the car had pitch black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was so handsome. "No, I don't get in car with strangers, sorry," I said and kept walking. "Are you sure you don't need a ride?" He asked. That boy was starting to annoy me. "Fine, but I have a gun in my purse and if you try anything your dead," I lied. He smirked. I opened the passenger door. "Where to?" The handsome man asked. "The apartments up by the mall," I said. "Got it," he said. It took like ten minutes to drive up there. "Thanks," I said and got out of the car. "No problem," he said still smiling, "ever need anything, just call me." Then, he handed me a piece of paper with his number on it. He drove away. "Shit, he gave me his number," I said to myself. I went into my apartment. My apartment was really small. It was okay though. I went in my room and took shoes off. Throwing them in the closet. I took to shower and went to bed. I know it was early, but my shop was opening the next day and I needed some rest.
I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I turned it off. I went to the mirror and brushed my blonde hair. I ran out ready to get to my car and drive to the shop. Then, I realized my car was still at the shop. "Fudge'' I said. I could always call that one guy who drove me home. No. I started arguing with myself. I'm walking, I told myself. I walked to the store and got there at eight. I was a little late. Oops. I walked to the sign and turned it from closed to open. My store was finally open. For the first time open. I couldn't wait for my first customer. I sat at my desk waiting for a customer to come in. Finally, after three hours a little boy with, what I geussed was his grandmother came in. Yes! First customer! I walked over to them. "Is there anything I can help you find," I said smiling. The little boy looked up at me and said, "A firetruck." Then, he smiled. Two of his bottom teeth were missing. "They're over here," I said. I walked over to the shelf and handed the boy one of the firetrucks. He started moving it around and making car noises. "How much is it," the elderly lady asked. "Five dollars," I said. The lady gave me five bucks and left with the boy. Ten more customers came in that day. When I closed the store down, I called a auto repair person to look at my truck. They said my car had a weak battery. I geuss it was easy to fix because it was finished really quick. I was so happy I could drive my truck again. I drove back home to my apartment. Today was a wonderful day, my shop was open for the first time and my car was fixed. I turned on the t.v. nothing good was on so I settled with some Hallmark movie. I made some noodles.
