Chapter One... or is it??

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   It's a clear, sunny day. With clouds. I figure this is a perfect time to go to Walmart. My parents are at work, and my annoying little sister is at school.
  
   I quickly scribble out a list of groceries and get in my dad's orange truck. It was my grandpa's, first, and if my dad dies, it'll go to me. Maybe. Not fond of heirlooms. I'm a man.

  The drive to Walmart is normal. Some drunk guy is wobbling around on the sidewalk, drunkenly. Typical for this small town. There's Not a lot to do, so people resort to drinking at 2 in the afternoon.

   I pull into the parking lot and grab a cart in the store, when I realize I forgot my list. I can feel the eyes watching me. My stomach drops. How could I do something so stupid? Everyone is staring. Stupid, stupid. Idiot. I can feel their laughter rise in their chest. I've made a huge mistake.

   Wait. Hold on. I can go witjout the list. Perfect! Amazing! I'm surprised at my own geniusness. I've saved the world, I've corrected my mistake. All is well.

   I walk around for a minute, meandering. Debating whether to buy tortilla chips or potato chips. I finally settle on potato chips. Easier to snack on, you know? I can't have tortilla chips without salsa, and we don't have any salsa at home.

   I get to the dairy isle and pick out some non-fat yogurt. I thank the oygurt for not making me fat. These non-existent abs won't maintain themselves.

   I find the clothing section and throw on a hoodie because I'm cold. I meander some more, saying hi to the olde ladies. The young ladies won't say hi to me. It hurts my man ego.

    When I get to the cash register, I realize I'm a few cents short. The chairs let it go.

  The bagger isn't there so I bag the groceries myself. It's a real hassle. At the last minute, I pick out a Snickers bar. At the other last minute, I put it back for a Milky Way. Hmm. Tough decision. I'm tough, though. Milky Way it is.

   I carry the groceries and but them in the backseat of the truck. I hop in and drive back home. Ordinary day. Very ordinary. Too ordinary... or is it too ordinary??

I go home.

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