Why? Muke Clemmings

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"C'mon Michael! Push! One more push!"

On the day of my 16th birthday, my mother decided it was about time that I get my 'lazy ass' up and get a job.

So, I did.

At the Laundry place, there was a sign at a store, and they were hiring people who would work there and in return, they'd get paid money.

I had been hired at this place, thanks to my neighbors sister in laws cousin who basically owns this store.

I never actually realized how big this store was. There were shoes, flower crowns, common things women wear, flannels, and period pad sticky sticker thingys and spongebob tampons.
Like I said, I'm lazy.

"Harderr Michael!" Anastasia screetched through clenched teeth and I wasn't enjoying this at all.

I was quiet all the way. I pulled down the petite figures skirt, and she spoke up.

"Put that," Anastasia panted.

I nodded and I quietly went over to the items Anastasia wanted.

She eventually got the petite figure fully dressed after we undressed her.

"Hey Michael,"

I turn my head around a 180° angle and I see Anastasia waiting for an answer. I gulp, but there's still a lump in my throat.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering, since the shift's almost over, maybe we could grab some tacos?"

I look back at her since I was looking at a wall the whole time. All I heard was drift, tallest, and, stoner.

Was Anastasia a Stoner? or was it... never mind.

"Okay," I tell her.

She looks up imediatly after my response.

"Great," she beams. She places the petite doll we dressed today at work and she walks over to me. Her lips near my ear, "Pick me up at 8." Her whispers send a weird chill down my body causing all the little hairs on my skin to stand up. Is Anastasia desperate to get stoned? She doesn't look like a stoner to me...

She walks away to where ever she needs to go, and leaves.

I turn around, grab my keys, and I close the stores door heading to my car.