Have A Christmas.

Chapter One: Who the f*ck are you?

Hey Guys we are starting this short story for the #JustWriteIt challenge contest thingy. Hope you enjoy this master piece of our brains. You all should know we find this idea to be very funny.

Anastasia

I pushed the last packing box into the warm running car. Christmas music blasted through the car's speakers and into the cold December air. I pulled my coat around my small body as snowflakes fell through the air and danced around me swirls. I closed my eyes and looked straight up into the cold sky. The snowflakes fell on my pale skin melting on the contact.

"Anastasia! Come on we're going to be late if you don't hurry up and get in the car!" My mother yelled from somewhere near me.

"Okay, I'm coming!" I yelled back.

I quickly closed the car door and walked around the other side where I slide into the car. The warm air blowing out of the vents made my glasses fog up. I laughed as I took them off and gently placed them on the front windshield. I reclined my seat back as far as  I could with boxes behind my seat and closed my eyes again.

"You excited for the move honey?" My mother's sweet voice says from besides me.

"Mhmm," I mumble into my warm coat.

"I'm excited. There are so many new opportunities there!" 

"Yeah," I mumble back to her.

Don't get me wrong I am ecstatic that I am moving. Everyone in this town hated me because I was too bubbly or excited something stupid like that. The worst part was the fact that they all hated Christmas. How do you hate the holiday that is about happiness and the birth of a savoir? I always try my best to be as kind as I can be to people during the holiday season because well everyone needs happiness in their life.

I sat up in my seat and reached down on the ground for my car bag. It held all the necessary items for a long car trip. My Christmas books, my head phones, my fluffy winter boots, a cute scarf, my phone charger. I wish I could have fit my container of tinsel into the bag. I would have been waving it out the car window as we drive down the high way.

I grabbed my green and red striped headphones and plugged them into my phone. I turned my phone on and watched as the little apple showed up on the screen and got brighter. The phone buzzed in my hand as it turned on and the screen lit up showing the world the Christmas tree I have as my background. I typed in my password, 1225, the date of Christmas and put on my Christmas songs. My personal favorite Dominick The Italian Christmas Donkey started to play.

"I'm listening to Christmas songs Ana," my mother whispers to me as I place the headphone on my head.

"You are going to change the channel to the country music station in a minute I swear," I groan.

"Am not,"

"Are too,"

"Am not,"

"Are too," I groan at my mother's behavior.

I act like that to but to see the person who gave birth to you act like a child. That is just disturbing and wrong. That person should be more mature then that. Apparently my mother didn't pass her maturity test before getting pregnant with me. Just as I had guessed she had already changed the channel to the country music station. The sounds of a red neck's 12 days of Christmas filled the car. I was going to die before I got to my new home.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I walked out of the StarBucks sipping on my warm Peppermint Mocha. I moaned at that taste. The people standing by me all gave me weird glances but I ignored them all. I walked down the snow covered side walk and towards the pet store.

F*cked Up Pets

I did a double take as I read the sign again. I walked into the store and to the nearest employee.

"You do know that the store is called F*cked Up Pets right?"

Ignacio

"You do know that the store is called F*cked Up Pets, right?" I heard someone ask me.

I glanced up from my phone to see a petite girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had on a bunch of Christmas clothes and seemed way too excited with life.

"It's not, really," I say in a bored tone, letting my black hair fall in my face, "It's called 'Cuddled Up Pets', but someone but that banner there for Halloween and no one has taken it down,"

"You should probably get that taken care of," She says in a peppy voice.

I shake my head and roll my eyes, "It doesn't bother me, why should I do it?"

"Because it's a nice thing to do,"

"Nice isn't my forte," I say.

"Well it is Christmas,"

"It's December 15th. And Christmas is bogus anyways. Just made up," I tell her.

I hear a very over dramatic gasp and I look up to see this girl with her mouth wide open, and hands on both of her cheeks, still gasping.

"What the hell is-,"

"HOW CAN YOU THINK THAT ABOUT CHRISTMAS?!" She yells, cutting me off, "I must teach you to love and cherish it!"

She jumps up on the bagging table and looks down at me.

"You have to come with me!" She says, holding out her hand for me to grab like someone in a play.

"You have to get down, and I still have to work," I say to her.

Right as I say this, my boss walks out of the back room.

"You're done for the day, Merry Christmas," He says to me.

I groan and bury my face in my hands. Do I really have to go hang out with this disgustingly happy girl?

"Have a Christmas," I mumble to my boss.

"COME ON, COME ON! Let's go!" The girl yells.

She grabs my arm and pulls me up from where I was sitting and drags me out into the cold. I roll my eyes at her.

"Where should we start?" She asks.

"How about nowhere?"

"PERFECT!"