Forever Drawn

Forever Drawn <5>

© J-Lee

Chapter 5

Still being in a dream-like state was good because work is crap. I like the idea of getting money for doing nothing. But unfortunately my managers don't like paying me to do nothing. Shame really. I have to put clothes in the right places and it's really annoying in a big shop like this one. Also if customer talks to me I have to be really smiley and talk to them in a 'polite manner', which is extremely frustrating when they're being all 'the customer is always right'. Who made that up? Honestly the customer is not ALWAYS right. I remember when I tried to tell a customer that - it wasn't very clever - it ended with me getting a three week suspension from the shop, unpaid. Stupid customers. Speaking of stupid customers Rachael (Chuck's girlfriend) just walked in. Brilliant.

"Hi Alex" Her snobby voice rang in my ears.

"Hey" I said in a what-the-hell-do-you-want tone.

She looked around as if she didn't want to be seen talking to me, then with harsh abruptness she shoved a coat-hanger into me and walked away shouting "Get this for me for half price" I was like 'No way, get it yourself' but as if she read my mind she added "Or I'll tell Chuck"

Now I'm not usually afraid of Chuck but when it comes to his girlfriend I have to bow down at her feet and she knows it.

Wait...this is all a dream - a crazy dream - I didn't wake up this morning, and I'm still asleep. I've made up everything that's happened. Hmm... did I only make up that letter to explain the strange things that have happened? Am I really that imaginative?

Well if this was my dream I could do what I wanted. I put the dress Rachel wanted back (in the wrong place). And went to find me some new clothes, in this shop, in my work hours. I felt so naughty, like doing an evil laugh. I wanted too but didn't.

I found some gorgeous turquoise skinny jeans, a black top, some cool Jesus sandals and even a top that said 'I'm Drunk and Your Still Ugly' on it. As I skipped over to the tills I felt so free. So free that BAM!... I was out cold.

Note to self: Don't skip in shops, ever. Was my last thought as I fell unconscious.

Waking up was very disorientating. I could hear my manager calling my name, well it was more like hushed screaming but still I got the message. Opening my eyes was scary. About half a dozen ladies were crouched over me checking if I was ok. I sat up extremely fast and my head swirled like clothes in a washing machine. It was almost like I had stars going around my head like they do in cartoons. They were all asking me if I was alright as my manager helped me up. I said I was okay and Helen my manager - in her hushed screams - whispered in my ear "Get yourself together! You should be working not snoozing! Sort your hair out and get back to work!"

I walked away nodding. Then strangely some girl stopped me, she had straight dark hair and very pale skin and she said:

"Don't run into me again, okay?" her voice was high but quite powerful.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, sorry if I hurt you," She smiled at that which confused me slightly

"I'm fine just don't do it again"

"It's okay I wont, sorry again"

"Selena come on" her friend yelled in a rather squeaky voice. I smiled but she just strutted off.

Okay, weird. Oh well, back to work.

I obviously wasn't unconscious for to long, they probably would have moved me or at least sent me home once I had woken up...hmm... that would mean I was already awake to be able to be knocked out and actually feel it. Then I didn't imagine anything. That means everything is real. Everything! Ah crap.

Work went fast thankfully. I ambled home in the dark, all the way my stomach rumbled yelling at me for food so I stopped in Burger King. A bacon double cheese burger...mmmm...now that ort to shut my tummy up.

Getting home I was a little frightened, Rachel was here and I didn't buy her top. Crap. Unlocking the door I made my excuse but I didn't need it. The lounge door was closed with chuck's work tie on the handle. Ugh. Brother sex is the same as parent sex only parents don't do it in the front room. Damn, I won't be going in there until he cleans it - which won't be for a while. Great.

Going off to sleep I dreamt about what my dad wrote and the blue highlights in my hair.

Waking up I decided to believe every word my dad had written. Reading through the letter again it says that I'm a 'shifter'...hmm... I need to think. What way would I be able to shift? I'll picture a girl in my mind and think about her really hard...

Nope, nothing. I'm still me.

Um... what about if I have a picture of someone in front of me? I found a photo of Izzy and held it - I thought of nothing but it....

Again nothing.

Maybe with the picture I need to clap or click or even jump to shift into a different form...

I tried all three none of them worked.

I sighed and just as I was about to give up I glimpsed my art homework. It was the piece I drew my self with blue highlights.

"That's it" I was so excited I squawked it out loud.