Meant for Mii - Scarian

Day 1, Part 2

[Grian's Perspective]

7:38 PM

It's around half an hour before Scott's party, and my red sweater is still stained. Sure I can just wear something else to the party, but if I'm being honest I don't look good in anything else. I've thought about ironing it or washing it, but I'm scared it'll rip or shrink. I think it's better just to get a new one. I get my car keys off from my bedside table, pet my cats and leave the house.

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I exit my car, and enter the clothes shop. I walk around the place until I find a red sweater that matches my size, and I walk up to the queue. Fortunately, there's only one person in front of me but there isn't anyone at the counter. "No workers, eh?" I say to the person infront of me. He's a blonde man, brown eyes and around an inch shorter than me, holding a white t-shirt.

The man squints at me and scrunches his nose. "There's only two workers here, I don't expect them to be here 24 / 7, unlike ungrateful customers like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I reply, side eyeing him.

"It means you shouldn't be begging the workers to be here." He says. Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Isn't it like, their job to be here?"

"They're on their lunch break. I would know that because I'm a local, not a random weirdo who just finds random shops to spend their time, to then only buy one piece of clothing."

"First of all, this is the closest clothing shop to my house-"

"Where do you live, the countryside?" He seemed to be getting more angry, and so was I.

"We're in the middle of London, and don't interrupt me. And anyways, at least I'm buying something that looks good, rather than a plain white t-shirt."

"Okay, maybe I'll take it then, if it's so good." The man grabbed my sweater, and tried to take it from me. I am not having this.

"GET OFF!" I screamed, but he was still pulling on it. 

"YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE IT, NOW GIVE IT."

"YOU'RE JUST A RANDOM STRANGER, GET OFF."

"MY NAME IS JIMMY."

"DID YOU HEAR ME? GET OFF." He was still pulling on it. "GOD DAMNIT BITCH I SAID GET OFF." I screamed, and yanked out of his arms. He fell over, I stamped on his foot and went infront of him in the queue. A worker walked in from behind a door, his nametag saying "Joel." "Hi can I help you with anything?" 'Joel' said.

"Yeah, can I have this red sweater." and I put it on the counter.

"That'll be £5.50 please." he says, and I give him my money. He gives me the sweater and I head back home, ignoring what's just happened.

461 Words.