The Story I Never Published

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Are we friends now?

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When I stepped in the grocery store, I only had one thing on my mind: buy what you need.

But that thought and reminder disappears as my eyes are bedazzled by the wonderous aisle of shiny chip bags.

I can have atleast a little one, right?

Wrong.

"Mommy, chips are bad for the health right?" I heard a little boy ask his mother while passing through the same aisle. His mother agreed. "Then why is that lady getting three big bags?"

I looked over to the little boy and saw him look away, but his mother didn't do so anyway. I smiled. "Aren't they just the cutest?"

"Yes but they can be a pain sometimes," she smiled back, "do you have any?"

"No, not even a man who can give me one," we both laughed at my sarcastic joke, "anyway, have fun shopping with?" I looked to the boy.

"Raffy," the little boy replied.

"Okay Raffy, I'm only getting two bags because I agree that these aren't good for the health," I saw him grin as I returned the chip bag back.

"Oh, I know it's irrelevant, but I have a baking business," she handed me a business card, "if you happen to have some time, stop by the bakery."

My eyes surely lit up, "oh, of course, Renné, anything for sweets," I gladly replied, "I'm Quinn."

We shook hands and eventually realized that Marcus is already gone to the toy aisles that made us split up back to our own businesses.

I appreaciate how Marcus values one's health and how he indirectly told me to lessen my intake of junk food. And I'm here in the fruits section—picking out good apples, bananas and oranges.

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"This is what you call a change, huh?" Pandora's sarcasm makes me want to kick her out of this apartment and onto the cold hard cement outside.

I told her earlier I would change my eating habits and here I am, fixing the chip bags, crackers and snacks into the cupboard.

"Hey, I got more fruits than junk food," sometimes I hate living with a health freak.

She rolled her eyes at me, not wanting to push the so-called argument.

As soon as I was done fixing the groceries, I proceeded to my room and dumped myself onto the bed—which, by the way, hasn't been made.

"Oh shit," I cursed when I realized that it's almost four in the afternoon. Have I been shopping for that long?

My body is still shivering because of the cold water. Jeez, why don't we have a water heater?

I put on a yellow dress, making sure to wear a pair of shorts underneath, and a thick distressed denim jacket. To top it off, I wore my wedge sneakers since I am going for a classy street-style kind of look without getting hypothermia.