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"I still don't get it why they have to kill Lowell. I mean, he's hot and all, and not to mention sweet as heck." I ranted aimlessly about a new series that I've watched when I was stuck in Ethan's room, "Dammit! I really like his character. He was the cocky but sweet rock star that happens to be a zombie then falls in love with a zombie. So why kill him, right? Ethan?" I spun on my place to face Ethan, only to see him in a good ten feet distance, checking some cereal while I ranted on my seat. Which is, in the push cart. The push cart that Ethan should be pushing right now.
I scoffed. It's not like I want to sit here, cramped in that small space as I squeal in joy every time we turn or when Ethan pushed the cart faster than intended and laughing my ass off whenever we will almost collide with another cart, demanding directions and pointing at things I want only for Ethan to grab them for me.
Okay, maybe I am the one who insisted to sit in the cart.
I climbed down the cart and wandered around without Ethan noticing that I even managed to get down from the cart, because it was hell getting me in there. Trust me.
I rounded isles after isles until I get to the isle that I was looking for.
The chocolate isle.
So I hope you know this chewy chocolate thingy that comes in a brown plastic packaging and is called 'Tootsie Roll'. Yup, it's pretty amazing.
I saw them laying on the top shelf, and as I walk closer and closer, I feel like the shelf grew taller and taller, towering over my 5" foot frame.
I tried jumping, stretching my still aching limbs just to even graze the heavenly goodies with my awaiting fingers. I even tried looking for a small chair or ladder that I can use to reach it, but nada! none worked. So I did the most rational thing to do in this situation.
And that is to climb up, using the other shelves below.
I positioned my Nike covered foot on a shelf in level with my knees, to test its stability. Once I'm sure it can handle my weight, I started ascending using the other shelves. A few shelves later, I stopped and pried my right hand off of the shelf I was holding on to, to stretch my arm and reach for the Tootsie Roll.
Almost...
There...
I grasped the Tootsie roll on my hand and fist pumped but stopped once I felt the whole shelf shake. I dropped the Tootsie Roll with my eyes widening in both fear, fear for my life and fear for the Tootsie Roll.
I decided to descend down the shelves, but once I looked down I almost fainted. I was never good with heights, even though it was not that high, It's probably only a 2 feet drop. But it's not like I'm expert in what I'm doing, I can barely keep my footing in this shelves.
"Miss! You need to get down from there!" I heard a man's voice followed by more sounds of footsteps.
"Miss, you need to go down or well be forced to kick you out off the store." He tried again. There's probably a crowd forming behind me now but none of them seemed to notice the problem here.
Pressure consumed me.
"Miss--"
"Can't you fucking see? She can't." Silence soon followed, only the sound of heavy footsteps echoed around the isle before I heard it.
"Just let go, and I'll catch you." A soothing voice said. I risked to look behind and saw Ethan, his eyes softening, "C'mon, babe." And I closed my eyes letting go of the shelf.
