Is Anyone There At All

Fleamarketing

Myrrhella's P.O.V

So, my life is boring. I have no life. What is wrong with me? Everything, that's what. So far I've been in this small town hell hole for a week. I have my cousin Raven, but I never talk to her. The highlight of my week was LUKE CALLED ME!!!!! God, I sound like a person from the 50's who just wants a man so she can be a housewife. "Hey, I'm goin' to the flea market, u comin'?" Asked my uncle from downstairs. "Might as well" I reply. I get up, put on my Artic Monkeys shirt, and black skinny jeans. I grab my blue bag with the Darth Vader keychain and go downstairs, to be greeted by my uncle's evil dog Sandy. Sandy is a Pomeranian that clamps her jaws down on you and never lets go, ever. Brendon Urie to this"IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GO!!" literally. My uncle comes out of the kitchen in overalls, flannel, and a straw hat. Dear God, is everyone in this town above the age 25 'god ol country folks'?  I get in the pickup, and we start driving. We cross the border into West Virginia in about 5 minutes. After that 10 more minutes of driving. We finally reach a gas station at the bottom of a tall hill. As we drive of the hill, I start to see a blue building with the words 'Blue Horizon Flea Market' fading off the side. We pay the dollar to get in and my uncle and I separate after agreeing to meet at the car at 2. Since it's 12 I have time to do whatever. There are about 20 tables outside and 30 inside. Most of the outside tables are fruit and vegetable salesmen. I walk up to one. "Well I'll be darned, if it ain't Melvin's kinfolk" says an odd looking man at the table. "Um, erm, who are you?" I asked him. Apparently my uncle knows him. "Welp, me and Melvin fought in 'Nam together" he said. "Well, um, thanks for your service and how much are the apples?" I ask him. "2 bucks" he says. I hand him the money and take the fruit. I'm a vegetarian living with an uncle that always is eating some type of meat, so I have to do whatever. My uncle isn't one to understand my beliefs either, he just doesn't understand it. I keep walking until I find myself inside. Inside there's mostly cheap jewelry, and random odds and ends. One thing I immediately see. Guns. Probably stolen. I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT SUPPORT GUNS. Another thing my uncle doesn't understand. I walk over to a bigger lady selling jewelry. "Hi" I greet her as I look at the bracelets. I pick up a couple of bracelets. The first a cloth one with a blue peace sign bead in the middle. The second a bead bracelet, the beads are blue. I pay 1 dollar, pretty good. As I'm walking I notice a familiar bright red hair. "Myrr" I hear Nia yell. "What?" I hear a voice I think I know but can't place. Then the platinum blonde Miranda comes out from behind a coat rack. Miranda, that's who it was. The two walk over to me. "Heller" I say, my weird way of saying hello. "Hi, what brings you here?" Says Miranda. "Um, my uncle bring me, didn't have anything better to do" I reply. "Cool" says Nia. We talk for a bit. We walk to the north end of the building where there are tables, a jute box, and a place to buy food. Apparently Mir and Nia are almost always at this Flea market on Saturday, so they know everyone. We buy fries, which Mir pays for after we argue about who's paying. If I come next week, then I pay, the week after, Nia, after her Mir and so on. We talk after sitting at a table beside the doors. Our fries come after about 10 minutes. I pick one up and burn myself, why are they so hot? Nia points out everyone she knows, the regular people that are here. Apparently the odd looking man I talked to earlier is 'Bucky'. Then there's, Crazy Eyes, Fat Linda, Flywheel, and many more. How do they come up with these nicknames? I check the time, 1:57, I have got to go. "Nia, Miranda I gotta go" I tell them. Luckily we have each other's number. I meet my uncle at the truck. We drive home in silence. I guess it was a good experience.

Hey, I finally updated! I've had horrible writers block for all my stories. As most of you know I have I think 6 unfinished stories so it's a little hard to come up with ideas and update on time. I also have drafts. Thanks for reading, ilysm