''Tis the season to be grumpy

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Quick note! This is my holiday story, it'll hopefully be finished On Christmas so hold on! I'm not sure of this will be an action or romance novel but we'll find out together!  Also I'll  be uploading every day until Christmas.

"Jingle bells jingle bells, jingle all the way"  the loudspeaker at mark's spouts. "You want a picture with santa? Five dollars!" An elf is shouting. I want to scream shut up! But I don't want to get kicked out somI fold my arms and briskly walk to the grocery aisles. The whole store is decorated with holiday cheer, from Christmas lights to mistletoe. "Mommy! I want a picture with Santa!" A little girl whines. "Honey, I need to get some food, then we can get a picture with santa. OK?" The girl whines noisily. I cover my ears. Screaming  kids are one thing I hate about the holidays. I grab a bag of apples and some raspberries  and hurry away from that aisle. I then go and collect the rest of the things on my list as fast I can. "Hi, ma'am!" A cheerful young man behind the checkout counter beams. "Did you find everything okay?" I nod. "Good!" He puts everything into a bag and slips a candy cane in with them. "My treat! He hands me the bag as I pay. "Um, I'm sorry but." I take out the candy cane and handit back to him. "I don't like candy canes. they remind me of Christmas and , I don't like Christmas." He gasps, "really?" He sounds like a little kid that just lost their baby blanket. "Really, now if you'll excuse me, I better get going." He steps out from behind the counter. "What's your name?" He looks at me. "Juniper Snow," I mutter trying to push past him. "I'm David Davidson," he flips out his phone. "What's your number?" I shove him to the side. " I'm not giving some random creep with a bad name my number! Besidesyou have some other customers." I walk huffily past him. I make my way out of the store and head to my apartment. "What a creep!" I mumble to myself as I set down my keys and bags. My friends refuse to come to my apartment at this time of year, they say it's depressing, but really, it's not. There's just not a Christmas tree pr lights I mean really, do you need that stuff? 

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