: a soft cloth made of wool or cotton
: pants made of flannel
: foolish or meaningless words
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It was ten minutes past midnight when her laziness to do anything productive went out of her system.
Laying down on her bed, scrolling through the endless pit of addiction the Internet had to offer on her laptop with the revision sheets and notes still crammed in her backpack; this compromises pretty much her entire day for the last fourteen days. Her entire holiday was full of empty promises accompanied with false initiative and she wasn't entirely surprised by it.
So far her decision to get up and buy some milk and cereal from the grocery store was already enough for her to called as the most productive thing she has done. All because this task was scribbled on a post-it note on their fridge her mother have left before going on an important trip leaving her completely alone.
With full expectations to be a full functioning young adult ready to take care of herself and doing a simple chore of embarking on a trip to the store to purchase the food she basically depends on to survive was a way of validating this idea.
As usual she failed to fulfill it up until now after the so many days she could have but right now she was more than happy to say she was finally taking a step to adulthood.
Even though it was a minuscule one.
In all reality, her mind was already set enough to be an adult but the idea of going outside and the occasional brief interactions with strangers was something she avoided most of the time.
Taking out a random long-sleeved shirt from her decently arranged closet and putting on her black jeans and sneakers with no amount of self-consciousness at all she was ready to go.
Needless to say when she was locking their penthouse door shut, walking through the brightly lit sidewalks with colorful lights and neon signage marking the line of stores left and right, the rain started to pour.
It fell heavily with anger and unexpectedness, causing her to sprint madly towards the 24-hour grocery store just within her eyesight. "I get out of my room and this is what I get," she muttered. She felt the soles of her sneakers feel heavy from the water accumulated and not only that when she entered the store, the cold blast from the air-conditioning made her regret every decision she made in the last ten minutes.
With shaking shoulders and chattering teeth she quickly made her way towards the cereal and grains section. Wet strands of long brown hair fell down on her shoulders dripping on her shirt; some of it was sticking on her cheeks and forehead. Her long-sleeves, thankfully, were not wet enough to drip rainwater on the marble floor. However her pants were sticking on her skin and have probably added weight to her as her pants soaked up as much as water as it can. She could have had a quick purchase of a shirt to change into but seeing all the flannel as a display right away made her scowl and decided to just get everything done.
She scooped up the box of whole-grain goodness, her sneakers squeaking slightly. She ultimately stopped when she was about to launch herself to the dairy section. You see, there were at least three reasons as to why this move is going to be problematic. First, which she is the least worried about was that her body is currently freezing cold and has to enter the place where freezers are on the left and right of her. Second, the person she hasn't talked to and tried so hard to forget was standing in front of—yep, you guessed it—the milk products. Third, the most horrifying of them all was the mirror situated beside the freezers revealed her pathetic appearance.
