"You're never gonna make it."
"Yes I will - "
"You can't do anything right."
"Stop lying to yourself."
"Can you please just - "
"Get the hell out of here."
"Stop pushing me."
"Oh, what does it matter?"
"Please."
"Kelsey!"
"You think you can tell us what to do?"
"Kelsey!"
"Please just stop I - "
"KELSEY!"
"Wha-?" I flinched as I awoke from my deep slumber to my mother shaking me in bed.
"You're going to be late for work. There are pancakes downstairs with your name on them!" she said as she opened the curtains and lifted up the shades on the windows, letting the early morning sunlight flood my bedroom.
I rolled out of bed, trying to forget the awful nightmare I just had. I grabbed a sweatshirt from my closet and followed my mom downstairs to see a plate of steaming pancakes waiting for me at the kitchen table. After practically drowning the pancakes in maple syrup, I scarfed down my breakfast so I could get ready for work. It was a Sunday, which meant the shoe store would be extremely busy.
Fantastic.
Showered and dressed in a loose leapard print top and skinny jeans, I zipped up my combat boots and headed out to my car. As I got in and hooked up my phone to the audio system, I heard a loud BANG from across the street. I jumped at the noise, but then remembered it was probably the moving truck. The family who lived there was moving to Pennsylvania to be closer to the wife's family. I figured they would still be there by the time I got back and reminded myself to stop by one last time to say goodbye. It was only while I passed the house that I realized it was already too late.
The landscaping trucks were gone, and the white moving truck from the previous morning had been replaced by a smaller U-Haul truck. A silver Lexus RX and a black Chevy Camaro sat in the driveway while a man and woman stuggled to carry a couch through the front door, held open by a tall blonde boy.
I slowed down to take in the family. There was something about them that made them seem a bit out of their element here in the middle of New Jersey. The boy looked to be about my age, maybe a year or two older. I looked around to see if there were any more children but it looked like this boy was an only child. He laughed and turned into the doorway, saying something to his parents. He was actually pretty cute with his Rolling Stones muscle tank and black skinny jeans. Hopefully he's actually nice. I don't need anymore pretentious douchebags running around this town. But sure enough, that gorgoues smile disappeared as soon as he turned around and noticed me staring at him. I couldn't tell if he was pissed off or scared that someone was watching him.
Whatever the case, I didn't want to stay any longer. I turned up the volume on the Fall Out Boy song that was playing and hit the gas, managing to get to work right on time.
