Shoving pass the crowd, Mechelle's body strains.
She's never been fond of crowds, but when It came to days like today, she had no other choice.
Her fridge was practically vacant.
Relieved that she had finished, she shuffled into a line.
A terribly lengthy line.
As she waits patiently, scanning the impulse grid left of her. Fighting an internal battle,
I don't need it. But, I have been looking for one..
Then again, It's a little expensive.
But, If I get it now, I wouldn't have to worry about it.
Maybe I can wait.
The line bustles about, gradually, forcing Mechelle to finalize her decision.
I'll wait.
. . .
She exits the building, a fatigued sigh slipping pass her lips.
Being around people exhausted her.
Consequent to being alone, she felt her body relax, moderately.
"Home, sweet home." She breathes, tossing her sweater over the arm of her couch.
Dancing into the kitchen, she lays her recently purchased items atop the counter.
The only thing she could think about, was taking a hot bath.
But, that small luxury had been more like a distant memory.
Revealing the items, she places them in their respectable homes, one by one.
Her phone chimes, abruptly. Jolting the girl out of her daydream.
Fr: Darcy
What are you doing?
Mechelle had been aware of what the girl intended to ask next.
To: Darcy
If I'm lucky, I'm going to take a hot bath, and sleep.
She had fell for Darcy's persuasive charm, one too many times. And tonight, she had different plans.
Fr: Darcy
Jane and I are going out. Come with us! :)
There it was. As expected.
To: Darcy:
Did you not read my last text?
If sarcasm had a font, It would have been used in that moment.
Fr: Darcy
Do I care? No. Lol. Come on! We'll have you home before curfew, Cinderella.
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