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Chapter Two - Attitude

Over the next three days I lounged around slowly finding places for our belongings. My legs were a little achy but mostly fine now but I hadn't been out running again since that first day. In fact I had basically done nothing other than move things out of boxes. To say I was bored out of my mind would be an understatement. I think if this went on much longer I would fade out completely. I tried exploring a little but ended up getting lost for a few hours before finding my way home. I had barely seen my mother since we arrived and now she had left on some meeting, a few towns over, and wouldn't be back for 2 weeks.

            Four days into moving to a new state and now I was left alone to fend for my self. Eighteen years old and I have a free house; too bad I didn't know anyone.

            I didn't want to let my mum leaving effect me, but honestly I had hoped things would be slightly better now. She wanted to move, so I'd moved, no complaints and I think a small part of me truly believed that we would be a family again. After she came down the stairs this morning, travel bag in hand, I felt that hope fade.

            She'd looked surprised to see me sitting on a stool at the kitchen table. Pausing for a second, she placed the note, that was in her other hand, down by the sink. She left her bag by the door and then went to the fridge grabbing a breakfast bar and then she poured herself a coffee from the batch I had brewed.

            "I'm leaving for a few weeks but I've transferred some money so you can buy food and things." She spoke formally as if I were a colleague; or worse, a stranger.

It hurt. I was used to this but it hurt. Sometimes It almost felt as if she blamed me for their deaths or that she wished it had been me instead.

            She seemed to be about to sit down and join me but then thought better of it. She didn't eat with me or hug me goodbye, but turned to leave flinging a "Be good." as she went.

            I watched the spot that she had disappeared from for what must have been 20 minutes and then, I stood. I put the rest of my unfinished eggs on toast in the bin and walked over to the note on the side.

BE GONE FOR 2 WEEKS. LEFT MONEY.

            She hadn't looked at me the whole time she had been in the room with me. Not even once. I had looked back to that spot and whispered to the ghost of my mother.

"Goodbye."

            I hadn't wanted to go shopping but I also didn't want to do nothing again today; so I forced myself up, changed into a pair of leggings and a loose white top and headed out the door.

            It didn't take long to find a grocery shop and there were plenty of spaces to park my little mini. I was so glad my mum had shipped it down here, it was my baby. At least she had thought about me in some sense. I knew she loved me. I just had to look really hard to see it sometimes.

I meandered down the isles trying to waste as much time here as possible and through random foods that caught my eye into the basket. I got some pasta, meatballs, bread, cheese, twirls and most importantly chocolate, all the essentials. There were a group of girls marching around in heels and very short, very tight dresses, and I wondered if they were off to a party. For their sake, I hoped they were, I never understood why girls dressed up to go to the shops, hell I hadn't even brushed my hair it was just in a bun on top my head. Id also put on a hoody since entering this freezer of a store. I literally have no idea how they can be walking around, wiggling hips and all with out huddling together for warmth. 

            Once I'd maxed out my procrastination time looking at all the different types of chips before deciding to get what I always got, Cheetos, I headed to the check out and ended up behind the girls. Typical. The check out boy was a thin, awkward looking guy, who must have been about 15. The girls were chatting about some event they were looking forward to and completely ignoring the boy. He asked them 3 times if they wanted help packing but after no reply, and them not moving to actually pack them selves, he seemed to give up and just started doing it. These girls were getting on my nerves.

            When he finished he told them the total and they finally graced him and looked over at him.

            "Oh my god. $57? Are you serious?" she looked at her friends giggling and then leaned down low revealing her breasts, practically hanging out of her low cut top. "Can't you give me a discount?" she purred at him.

            I could almost see the sweat form on the boys brow,

            "um . . no . . um . . sorry. I . . uh . . cant . . uh . . do that. . . Sorry." He sputtered, eyes darting left and right looking anywhere but at the girl.

            Now I don't really like to start a fight, especially with little blonds, but this was just too sad. When I looked back I think I'd like to blame the boredom or even say that it was all for the poor guy at the check out. Honestly I think I just needed to let loose a little.

I pulled the hood over my head and put on my deepest gangster voice, swag baby.

            "Are you not finished bitch?" See what I did there? She was a bitch and I called her a bitch. Witty.

            She slowly turned her head and looked a combination on shocked and like a angry poodle, I want to say it was cute but we all know I'd be lying. Another fact I never understand about this brand of girl is how they always seem to be feared as hotter than hot, but the second they are in an argument they get their ugly all leaking out on their face.

            She placed her manicured hands on hips and sneers at me. Then noting my hood and thug persona I'm letting out right now, falters for a second. Still I see the skinny guy relax from the corner of my eye, relieved not to be the object of attention.

            "Excuse me? You do not call me a bitch." Guess she bounced back or maybe it's that at 5ft2 I don't look all that intimidating. I could bring out the big guns but I'm not that bored.

            "Can you not afford it?" I taunt, lowering my voice a little.

She splutters and turns to her friends in astonishment.

            "Of course I can afford it!" She yells spitting a little on my face. Gross. She looks me up and down, sneering. "Can you afford, like, anything?"

            I giggle a little and at first its real but then I morph it into more of a cackle, maybe if she thinks I'm crazy or on drugs or something she will pay her damn bill. Her eyes widen, I have successfully won the crazy award.

            "Whatever, freak." She muttered turning back to the check out and handing her card over. Then she quickly gathers her minions and they shuffle off darting both evils and worried glances back at me.

            Waiting until they have left the store, I then push my hood back down and grin a little at the kid. He smiles a little but then keeps darting his eyes away, maybe I played my part a little too well.

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