I am not the chosen one, that's my best friend. Or...was my best friend.
Who is Versailles? Not really anyone important, a daughter of criminals and a random student of the most prestigious high school in England is all she was. That was until she s...
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𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖍
Tears stung the back of my eyelids as I pushed through the door of the small convenience store at the gas station. A teenage boy with dark hair sat behind the cash register, a glossy magazine on his lap, and his legs perched up on the counter. I didn't give him a second glance as I stormed into the aisles, heading directly for the fridges.
"Hey, are you alright?" He called out, almost toppling out of his seat as he rushed to chase me, his shoes squeaking with every step. I scanned the array of drinks, walking passed the fizzy ones until I locked eyes with what I was looking for.
I swung the fridge open, kept the door ajar with my hip, and grabbed a six-pack of the beer with the highest percentage on the glass. "Umm I-I'm going to have to see some kind of ID before I allow you to purchase that," I turned around to stare him dead in the eye as I used my nails to poke the beer out of its packaging and opened it with my teeth, "You can't really do that unless you buy it either," His voice now an unsure whisper as I tilted my head back to empty the contents of the bottle into my mouth.
Once I finished the bottle I wiped my mouth clean with the back of my hand before setting it down and grabbing a second one, "Feel free to call the police," I advised him honestly, downing the second bottle of beer. Before the kid could have a brain bleed I reached into my back pocket to pull out the first note I could feel which lucky for him was a hundred-dollar bill.
His hand trembled slightly as he took it from between my fingers but before he could say anything I was off into another aisle, looking for their deep freezers. "Oh my gosh, they still do snowman marshmallows!" I hiccuped in a poor attempt at a laugh. I looked back to show the cashier the icecream tub and he stared at me wide-eyed, "You know," I looked back down at the badly animated colorful snowman at the front of it, "I haven't had one of these since my best friend in the entire world dropped me for being a jealous bitch."
I laughed, looking back to see if he was laughing too. He was not. "Oh c'mon isn't that funny?" I shook my head at his sense of humor, "But the really funny thing about this all is I don't even like marshmallows but there was a point where I was eating a tub of these things a week," I smiled sadly, "Because she liked it."
Putting it back in the freezer I grabbed what actually was my favorite ice cream flavor, a sticky mixture between frozen strawberries and peanut butter that sounded really gross when you thought about it but melted on my tongue like heaven. When I was closing the freezer a headline on one of the newspapers on sale caught my attention, "No way!" I shoved the ice cream underneath my arm, "Seotl's Temples reopening?" I gasped.
"Y-yeah, I'm pretty sure there's a whole ceremony next week," The teenager stuttered, still staring at me like I wasn't real.
"Hmm," I tilted my head at him, my eyes falling down to the name tag on his button-up shirt, "Do you have anywhere else to be tonight Tyler?"
