A Changed Life With A New Girlfriend Plus A Ghost

Going Shopping

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I reluctantly threw off my thin covers and stretched. I looked around to see the living room. What was I doing here? My memory was restoring and I remembered Ivory was sleeping on my bed right now. It was 6:30, so I doubt she was awake. I went inside my room to check anyways.

I opened the door quietly to find her snoring away. I closed the door slowly and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I opened the refrigerator to find disappointing results. Only two eggs left in the carton, both the orange juice and milk weren't enough to fill a cup, and there was only one pancake and no waffles. I checked the pantry and there were no cereal.

Was bad luck on my side or something?

I just decided to skip breakfast and make some for her only. I started making the breakfast and thought about going shopping or eating dinner or lunch for breakfast. That would make my dinner and lunch supply low as well. I can spare a few days not eating. Maybe this is why I'm not fat when I don't even exercise.

I was close to finishing and I heard a door open. She was up.

Ivory came in the kitchen all groggy, but with brushed hair and a washed face. It was a bit early, 7:12 A.M.

"Why are you up, Ivory? It's early."

She smiled tiredly and took a seat. "Well, for one, I smelled food. And I'm not as comfortable as I would be-sleeping in another person's house."

I shrugged it off and left the room. "All of that is for you, I'll be in my art room."

Ivory started eating and yelled out with food in her mouth, "Did you eat already?"

Smiling at her for being rude-like at the moment, I replied, "No, but I will later."

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I was painting a portrait of a woman that looked extremely innocent but had a wicked spider in her hands.

I felt like finishing this one because I wasn't exactly in a happy-painting-mood. I was stressed because it was that time of month where I have to go to the groceries soon. I was calculating how long I can go with whatever I have in the kitchen now. I estimated about one or two weeks, which seems like long from now to most people, but to me it's like going to the store in one hour.

I hate shopping. When an aisle is full or occupied I would just forget about buying whatever I needed in that aisle and go to the next thing on the list. And I just simply hate when a person mistakes me for an employee. One time someone did so and I embarrassingly just walked away quickly after looking at her with wide eyes. That is something I can't even explain myself.

And whenever I have the chance I would go to the self checkout section.

When there isn't one available I would have to face a clerk, which would always just be too awkward for me. I would say absolutely nothing and sometimes the clerk would make a mistake. I got cheated like twice because of my silence. And when the clerk says something nice and try to start a conversation I would ignore them by loudly placing my bags in the cart.

For the majority of the time the clerk asks me if there's anything wrong. I would just shake my head, never making eye contact with them.

I hate myself sometimes. I can easily overcome this issue, and go seek out help like what Ivory said. But no, that one tiny embarrassing time made too much of an impact of my life. Now I just don't like people anymore and can't live a normal life.

Why did it have to be me.

No, no, no Jack. People in the world are way more unfortunate. Plus, with Ivory I feel like I'm somewhat recovering.