Becoming Alice (WRITING WHEN I HAVE TIME)

Becoming Alice

Disclaimer I do not own any of Alice's songs, all of her songs belong to Taylor Swift.

"Clean up on aisle ten." The loud speaker fills my cranium with static as I straighten my glasses and head down the maze of the Twenty Nine Palms Wal-Mart aisles.

"Great... What a wonderful mess." The aisle looks like it's been hit by a tornado. All of the Christmas decorations thrown to the floor, the mess-maker even took the time to push the Christmas tree down.

Only one person in this entire universe could do this.

"Jack!" I shout at the top of my lungs.

My little brother peeks around the corner of the farthest shelf.

"Yes sis?" He replies smiling.

"You little-" He darts right towards the electronics section I follow after him, shouting cuss words at him.

He snakes in and out of each aisle carefully knocking a toilet paper package off that shelf, a toy off another to slow me down. Playing this game much too well.

We make it to the men's clothing department and he darts into the dressing rooms as I make a turn for the back end, I trip on a leather belt and tumble forwards into something.

"Could you watch where you are going?" The male voice erupts in anger shoving me off of their body. Not someone, something. I bang my head on the cheap-carpeted floor. 

"Ouch! Sorry." I push my self up on my elbows and discover the body standing in front of me is a blur, "My glasses! They fell off..."

"You mean these?" He asks sarcastically.

I see his hand stick out in front of me holding my thick black-rimmed glasses, and snatch them from his grip.

"Yes, thank you. While I am here do you need any help finding anything, sir?" I am now standing on my feet but my vision is still coming in and out of blur.

When my eyes are used to my spectacles once again, I see my crash buddy.

"No thank you Elise?" He replies once again being sarcastic. But all I can see are his bright blue eyes.

I stand there for what seems like eternity staring at him. He seems about sixteen. Very strong, definitely has abs.

"Excuse me... Elise?" His angry voice snaps me back to reality.

"It's Alice." I answer.

"Like Alice in Wonderland. Ever been to Wonderland? You daydream like the Mad Hatter... so I will take that as a yes." Oldest joke in the book, and sarcastic remarks towards myself are my biggest pet peeve.

"That all you got? A cheesy joke about Wonderland? Didn't take me as that kind of person... ya' seem more of a get out of the way Bi-"

"Alice? Alice Marie Jenkins!" My Uncles voice becomes audible from behind me.

He owns this Wal-Mart... And ruins my life by never firing me when I do something wrong.

"Yes Uncle Billy?" I answer turning towards him.

"That is no way to treat our costumers. I am very sorry Sir, Alice here won't be bothering you anymore... Everything you buy will be fifty percent off. Alice go clean up your brother's mess." I begin to walk off shuffling my feet keeping my clumsiness tucked away as best as possible, "Anything else we can do for you, sir?"

"Yes... You see my family and I just moved here and I was looking for a job. Do you perhaps have any space open?" The boy replies.

"As a matter of fact we do. My niece can bring you back, get you trained and into a uniform if you would like?" I feel my hate for the boy grow deeper at the thought of training such a donkey, especially with the look of utter satisfaction he sends my way... Now you know what I mean by donkey.