The Supermarket Teens

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Make sure to check out @arimichella version of the story called 'Aisle 4'. It goes through the eyes of Angelica, and have different elements of culture, language and etc.

This story has been edited.

I always thought I would spend the summer before college doing something spontaneous. Like running through the streets with friends at midnight. For that, I would need friends that actually talked to me when school got out, and parents that let me stay up that late.

So, I spent my summer working at the local Supermarket store. The worn letters of 'Lawson's Market' hung above me, the ugly color combination of green and orange making me look more like a clown than an actual employee.

"Grace! I thought I told you to unclog the toilet in stall three!" Mr. Lawson growled, breaking me from my daze. He forcefully shoved a plunger into my hand.  I looked down in disgust, what used to be red rubber was replaced with a sickly green color. And no, it wasn't Christmas.

"Yes Sir, I'll get on it" I spoke quietly, quickly shuffling my feet towards the Women's room.

Right when I opened the door, I felt my stomach flip. Instantly I slapped my hand over my mouth. Oh god, what horrible thing did this poor woman buy from our gas station to cause this bad of a smell.

"Oh thank Jesus, a person." a voice whimpered, causing my eyes to look at the floor, where a girl looked like she was about to pass out from the fumes.

"How long have you been here?" I questioned, setting the plunger down.

"I was trying to apply eyeliner using my killer skills and then a woman rushes in and unloads a dump  and I blacked out." the girl explained and I noticed a long line of eyeliner going down her cheek.

"Uh..I think you got some makeup here" I spoke softly, showing her where it was by bringing a hand to my cheek.

"I know, I'm too deprived of fresh air to clean it" the girl complained, pulling her dark hair into a puffy bun. Her dark skin was pale from the smell, yet she managed to look over my own disgusted expression.

"You're really pretty" she states bluntly.

Clamming up instantly, my face flushes. "I-uh, thank you. I'm Grace"

Smiling, the girl holds out her hand "Angelica." Taking her hand, I pull her to her feet. "Pretty name" she grins "It's quite fancy."

"Can I call someone to get you?" I asked, already flushed with her comments.

"My friends should be here soon" the girl smiles weakly, moving towards the door. 

"Well, I should probably get to cleaning the toilets" I sigh, picking the supplies back from the ground. Shuddering at the thought, I could only hope the smell was the worse part.

"Yeah" Angelica says "I should probably get back to my friends. I'm the only one who brought money."

With a heavy breath, I take in the last amount of clean air I would be getting for a awhile as I enter the horrid bathroom. 

After almost twenty minutes, the bathroom toilets were as clean as they were going to get. I rested on the chair, taking deep breaths to try and clean out my lungs.

"Grace!" Mr. Lawson yelled in my ear, my body shooting away from the loud sound.

I would be deaf before I even started college.

"Yes sir?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't shove another disgusting task on me.

"There's a bunch of teens in aisle 4 making a huge mess" he sighed "Go take care of it." 

Rolling my eyes, I stood to my feet. At least three times a week, a group of rowdy teens would always come in, make a mess, and leave. And I always had to clean up the mess.

Even from aisle 3, I could hear the teens screams. "Jeffery! You're not suppose to open the boxes! I'm as broke as Alexandria's  self esteem!" a male voice yelled.

"I'm sorry! I go crazy for Coco Puffs!" another voice screamed.

"That's not even the right slogan!" a female voice sighed.

Turning the corner, my eyes widened at the scene.

There stood two guys, who were grabbing Lucky Charms and throwing the boxes at a girl who's hair was as red as my uniform and a dark skin girl who seemed very familiar. Both of the girls were screeching as the boxes slammed into their bodies.

"Angelica?" I called out, and instantly all four teens to look at me.

"Miss Fancyname!" Angelica grinned wickedly, moving away from the battlefield to lazily wrap an arm around my shoulders.

"Wait, you know this gringa?" a boy asked, pulling cereal from his poofy hair and eating it.

"This gringa saved me from the clutches of death!" Angelica spoke dramatically gripping the front of her shirt and falling back onto me.

"Well, I don't think you were going to die Angelica" the red head chuckled, resulting in a heavy glare from Angelica.

"Either way, she's probably here to turn us in" the other boy scoffed.

"And how do you know that?" I fire back, almost offended.

"Because you're in that god awful uniform, and suppose to report any disturbances" the guy answers in a 'duh' tone.

My mind screamed at me to tell him off with something snarky, but my mouth wouldn't open. 

So, I bent down and grabbed the open box of Coco Puffs and threw it down the isle.