Melanie
Boy
[A young man about Melanie's age walks up to the checkout aisle with a cart full of Itching powder and balloons. He had to be at least 10 inches taller than her. His tight white shirt is being stretched by his muscles and looks like it's about to rip apart. His skin-tight jeans look very uncomfortable. He eyes Melanie with a smirk on his face. She quickly looked away and started scanning.]
"So...what's the occasion?"
[The boy smirks.] "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Uh yeah, that's why I asked."
"Oh..." [The smirk on his face disappears for a moment, but he realizes and slaps it back on.] "There's this nerd in my class that tried to make me look bad. I'm gonna teach him a lesson..."
[Melanie chuckles and playfully rolls her eyes.] "Have fun with that...that'll be $52.43. Cash or card?"
[The boy swipes his card and enters his pin code. He then puts his bags in his little buggy. He pulls a small piece of paper out of his pocket. "And here's my number."
[Melanie grabs the paper, amused by the boy's blatant flirting. Suddenly, a painful jolt of electricity shocks her hand. He quickly reels back her hand and shakes it frantically. The boy laughs loudly as he walks away.] "Jerk..."
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Lol these people are insane
I'm gonna try and update every morning/ early afternoon since this doesn't take long to write
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Fred
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Short Story|Highest Ranking in Short Story: #202 (9/30/17| Melanie Stevens is a judgmental bitch. Luckily, her new job gives her a lot of people to judge. "Seriously, who buys a shopping cart full of silly string and cream cheese?"
