Megan's POV
I really take sleep for granted. I am probably the most non-morning person you will meet, piss me off when I'm tired and I will kill you. I was in such a deep sleep, until my alarm clock made me leave my bed. Literally, I fell off my bed. I kept trying to punch the damn thing and bam I fell right on my ass. Oww that will be soar. It was almost nine thirty in the morning, time to get ready for work. My hours aren't too bad I only work from ten thirty till one thirty today.
I slowly and carefully picked myself up from my floor and I dragged myself to the bathroom to take a shower. Showers are amazing, mostly because it helps me wake up and I feel somewhat alive again. I finally reached the bathroom that was right down the hallway on our second floor, (yes our aparmtent is two stories) and knocked on the door.
"Just a minute!" My step brother, Riley yelled. I love him to death don't get me wrong but I swear we could really use a brake from eachother because we have been bickering a lot about stupid things lately.
"Any day now would be fantastic." I yelled back. I love sarcasm It's basically my second language. My favorite part is that I can make fun of idiots as much as I want and they have no clue that I'm doing it. Unfortunatley, Kristie and I share our love for sarcasm but Lolita has never really gotten the hang of it. Kristie and Itake advantage of it so much you could say we're bad people. But it's too hilarious to give up. Finally, after what seemed like a year later Riley came out of the bathroom.
"My turn?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"Yes you're turn pushy." Said Riley trying to offend me. It never works, but I like to pretend that he hurts my feelings.
"Riley, you hurt my feelings so bad I don't think I can go to work today." I put my hand over my chest as if I was having a heart attack.
"Mom! Megan is making fun of me aren't you going to do something?"
"It's not her fault you're not smart enough to come up with clever come backs." Said my stepmom, Allison. I think I almost made my own spliem explode I was laughing so hard.
"Even you're own mom agrees with me! HA one point for me." I said, truimphantly. Riley rolled his eyes at me and walked into his room slamming his door. I striped off my clothes and turned on the water until it was hot enough for me to jump in.
I let my hair get wet for a little while just enjoying the feeling of the warm watter splashing my face and the feel of it against my back. I took a bunch of handfuls from the shampoo and began scrubbing my scalp enjoying my time alone.
I don't know why but I've always been someone who loves their alone time. It's when I can really be me, not have to put on a mask for someone all the time. I love Kristie and Lolita but even if I'm with them there are days when I have to put a mask on.
It's just easier that way, I think. I nodded to myself as I began rincing out my hair. I'm sure you've noticed that when I take showers I tend to think about things going on in my life. Wondering what my mom is, how my dad is doing even though he's right downstairs with Allison. My mom has never been the greatest mom. She has moved to Minnesota so I rarely get to see her, but truth be told I don't really miss her. In fact I still never fully forgave her for what she did, which was that she cheated on my dad.
After I got done taking care of my body I had to accept the fact that it was time to turn the water off. I carefully steped out of the tub, not wanting to fall and wrapped a towel around myself bracing for the cold air that will hit me once I open the door to the hallway. I shivered all the way to my room until I got dressed and finally felt warm again. I work at Shop Rite, so my uniform is black jean and a white collared shirt that I bought, along with a black apron the company gave me. I sat down at my desk, and started applying gray eye shadow and mascara on. I love this eye shadow because it makes my big brown eyes stand out. I finally got done getting ready, and I skipped two stairs at a time. I went into the kitchen to make myself some coffee and that's when I really wake up.
"Are you almost ready?" Asked my dad.
"Yep." I said, holding my cup of coffee for dear life, because of how warm it felt against my hands.
"Alright lets go." My dad went into our living room to put his shoes on and jacket. I'm on my permit still so my poor dad has to take me to and from work. I hate having to be independent on people, especially my family but I won't be seventeen till the summer. After about ten minutes of being in the car we came up to the plaza where Shop Rite is. I gave my dad a hug and walked in, not looking forward to the assholes I get to deal with today.
"Hey Megan." Said my buddy Herbie, giving me a dazzling smile. Herbie is super funny, really tall probably around 6'3" with light brown hair that's short but not buzz cut short. Don't even get me started on his eyes. They are the prettiest green-grey I think I have ever seen.
I have had a secret crush on Herbie for almost half a year now and I still haven't told him. I'm thinking about telling him the next time I go into work but I'm scared he'll reject me. I've beome very good at keeping my hopes low because I have been disappointed too many times in my life.
"Heyy Herbie." I replied, giving him what I hoped was a very flirtatiously smile. I started walking towards the cash register that I've been assigned to today and saw that he was following me. I gave him a confused look but I noticed he is working at the one thats right across from me. Great, now I get to make a fool of myself, and then Herbie will think I am moron.
"Were cashier buddies!" Oh my Gosh. Did he really just say cashier buddies? That is another thing I love about Herbie. He is the most silly guy I've ever known.
"Yay for being across from eachother." I replied. Wow I don't think I could have come up with a more lame response even if I tried. Customers started coming to my aisle and I did what I normally do whenever I go to work. Ring up their stuff. Put their food in the bags for them. And the worst part? Putting on the most believable smile I can. I looked at the watch. Only an hour left to go! The only good thing about my job is that because I'm always doing something time really does go by fast. When I greeted a customer, I swear I saw Herbie staring at me.
I covered my face with my hair so the customers or Herbie especially Herbie wouldn't notice. After a few more ring ups I signed out and nearly ran out the door before he could even get a chance to say good bye. I waited for my dad to pick me up and as soon as we got home I went into my room, sat on my bed and put my head in my hands. Why can't I let myself be happy for just one time?
