Marigold
I just want to escape. I want to escape this frustrating life which consisted of stereotypical parents and high expectations. People usually read books to escape into an imaginary world that seems better than their own. Music. It helps alleviate my problems especially classical music. Classical music isn't the first thing that comes to mind when hearing the word music. I loved how it went from a tranquil tone to a tone of tension and suspense. It perfectly described my life. My life was a roller coaster.
Right after school I paid a visit to the infamous House of Records. One of the best record stores in town even though the workers didn't really do their job. For the past few months, I had seen myself coming to this place every week. I guess it was due to the anxiety of moving to a foreign town where everybody hated you. I always seemed to lose myself in the aisles filled with different genres of music which made the store so diverse. This place always seemed to calm me down when I had a long day at school. Having your secret exposed wasn't an ideal way of making your day.
Heading inside of the store, I was hit with the smell of coffee beans. They sold both records and coffee. I wish I would have found one of these at my previous municipality. I headed straight for the classical section. It's enticing to see the abundance of records left untouched by those who disapproved of this section. It was incompatible to modern day music. It represented who I was in this newly found society.
All of a sudden, someone poked me. I jumped. Who would interrupt me in such an important moment?
Kade of course.
I didn't know he worked here.
"Hey," he said putting his hands into the pockets of his jeans. When I did that I was usually nervous. Was he nervous to talk to me? Why would he? He's the town star.
"What do you want?" I demanded. I was busy searching for records that were worth being part of my collection and I didn't want to waste my time talking to people like him.
" I would prefer a 'hello' or 'how are you?' but that's okay" he laughed.
" I am not used to talking to people and I don't care what you prefer."
" Why so harsh?"
" I don't like people like you."
" What did I ever do to be hated by someone?"
"You think you're all that. You hang out with the people that bring others down to make yourselves seem superior." Hasn't he noticed that he hangs out with assholes? He can't be this naive.
" I don't think that. I want to be friends with people that don't eulogize me honestly."
"How about you do your job and help me pay for these records at the cash register?"
I shoved three records onto his chest. I had scanned through some records only finding a few interesting ones. I wish I had taken a second look but I had to leave. I couldn't stand speaking to this guy for one more minute.
"Yeah sure."
I walked right behind him and paid for my records. I grabbed the bag and walked to the exit
"Hey, what's your name?!" I heard before the door closed behind me.
"What is it to you?" He probably wouldn't remember it by tomorrow.
"Can't a guy be nice to you?"
"No there's always a catch."
"Bye."
"Bye. Oh, by the way, it's Marigold." I felt the urge to do something spontaneous. Kade didn't seem as bad as I thought. He wasn't cocky or annoying. I think he was the first person to be nice towards me.
