It's Just a Mirror Darling

Chapter 2

It's now Saturday morning and I have to go work my shift at Target. I love my job because my manager, Quincy, is so understanding and encouraging. She's always pushing me to do my best and work my hardest. I love that about her.

I get up at 6:00 am and slowly creep my way into the bathroom. I stay to the right because the wood floor doesn't squeak on that side. It took me a few beatings for being too "loud" to figure this trick out.

I turn on the cold water, get rid of my clothes, and just jump in. The cold shower makes me feel like there is something to look forward to after I get out. That something is warmth. Everyone and everything is just so cold to me. I gain zero warmth and happiness from the little things in life nowadays. So I just have to create my own. 

I get out within 20 minutes. I don't  even bother to look in the mirror. I know there is going to be something I hate looking back at me.

I only put on a little amount of foundation and some eyeshadow. I then use some mascara to make me look more young and healthy. I turn on the straightening iron and tame my curls with the heat.

I finish getting ready and go downstairs making sure I stay to the right. I grab my keys and walk out of the hell whole I call home.
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It's now 7:15 a.m. and I'm already stocking the yogurt rack in the produce section. I suddenly hear "Hayley report to register 7 please." Great. Now I have to feel awkward while I check out judge mental people. I absolutely hate doing check out because I can just feel everyone's stares going right through me. I feel as if they are picking out every single flaw I have and just counting them one by one.

I take my time as I walk up to the front and go to register 7. "What took you so long?!" Ashley, my coworker, said to me in a bitchy tone.

"Sorry, I was stocking shelves." I say in a soft whisper as I look to my feet.

"Oh my gosh I was just kidding. I would never be rude to you like that on purpose!" She said laughing nervously.

"Oh." was all I could manage to get out. Not even an expression that read "It's ok, I promise."

"Hayley are you okay?" Ashley asked me in a serious tone. I look behind her and see a line of customers waiting.

"Yes I'm fine." I say looking down and shuffling my way around her. Great. I know for a fact that everyone heard her ask if I was ok. Now they're going to think I'm sick or just flat out crazy.
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As soon as I got off of work I stopped by McDonald's and got a mango pineapple smoothie. Those are my absolute favorite.

When I drive up to the window I notice the guy who took my order was super attractive. I looked at his name tag and it read Brad.

"Hi here's your- oh hey has anybody told you how pretty you are?" He says with a huge grin on his face as his free hand reaches up behind his head a scratches his neck.

"Uh thanks and no you're the first." I say trying to be funny with an awkward laugh at the end.

"Well that's a real shame." Brad said as he handed me my drink with a sympathetic look on his face.

We both just stared at each other with huge cheesy grins on our faces. Our little session got ruined by someone rudely honking their horn behind me.

He looks at the person behind me and back to me. We both laugh at the same time. He turns around picks up a napkin and writes something down.

"Call me sometime." he said with a sly look on his face.

I just looked at him and blushed. I wave at him and drive away. As I am driving away I get this weird fuzzy feeling in my stomach. I don't know what it's from. I start to think about if I had ate something bad that i'm not reacting well with today. But I soon come to the realization that I haven't had anything to eat today. Great. There's most likely no food at home because that bastard father of mine eats all of the damn food.

I just keep driving home because i'm too lazy to get any food and just really desire my bed right now.