The Rogue | Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 12

Lily and I fell asleep on the couch while watching a Friends marathon. I slowly got up, careful not to move too fast as the room slowly started to spin. I took my surroundings in and I saw the TV and the DVD were still on, but the screen was black with the Sony logo floating around.

I quickly grabbed the remote and turned the appliances off and I walk back to the room, leaving Lily on the couch to continuously sleep. I saw my laptop lying on my bed and it was still open but the system's shut down. I groan, knowing it's probably overheated and I know that overheating is a big no when it comes to any kind of gadget. I hopped on my bed and slowly reached for my laptop but I immediately pulled away the moment I felt it's heat radiate to my hand. I grab it again, shut it off and I let it cool down for a bit.

I let out a another groan, realizing I hadn't started my paper and it was due tomorrow. Stupid Roman Empire. I'm not Roman. I never existed in the said time or era. Why is it so important to get insights out of it anyway? Sure, it's something important to our world's history but it's done right? Does it really have to be discussed again and again? I know I'm only hating on the subject because I'm having a hard time writing it but still, what's the use of reliving it for today's generation?

Meh. Sometimes, I don't get what society really wants us to learn and what education really is.

I glance at the clock and it was only 7:30 am. I went to the kitchen to go get breakfast but I stop in my tracks, remembering I emptied the last box of cereal yesterday. Glad it was still early so that means a trip to the store wouldn't be too much of a hustle. I peak over at the couch and Lily's still knocked out so I'm gonna have to buy food by myself.

I changed to some decent clothes, washed my face and brushed my teeth. I tied my hair up and then I went outside. The morning breeze caresses my face and I suddenly feel so calm, like twitter hadn't bombarded me with hate yesterday.

"Dang it." I grunt at the sight of the mini mart, closed. I'm gonna have to walk a little farther to the grocery store.

Since it was only almost 8, the grocery store wasn't full of people. Most women were on the small drugstore cosmetics aisle and some of them were on the vegetable area and despite feeling calm, I feel intimidated by the people right now and I don't even know why. Suddenly, my stomach feels like it's churning. Why do I have a feeling something's gonna happen again today?

Please, no more drama. I've had enough of it.

Finally reaching the cereal section, I scan the aisle for any coco pops. A minute later, I couldn't find any. "Out already?" I whisper to myself. Frosties it is then.

I try to reach for the top but the boxes were too high. I jump a few times but I still can't reach it. Who is tall enough to grab items that high? I suddenly feel so short. Finally reaching it, I smiled at how high I've possibly jumped.

Then the other boxes fell on me.

I let out a shriek and I shield myself with my arms like it's going to help protect me from those dreaded boxes. I look around and I've made a complete mess. Boxes of assorted cereals were scattered all over he floor and I'm glad I don't see any boxes that popped open from its fall because if there were any, I'm gonna have to pay for those too.

A male attendant shows up from the corner of the aisle and jogs towards the few boxes that laid on the floor, carefully picking it one by one. I was about to say thank you but he interrupted me.

"Miss, you should've asked for assistance." The grumpy male assistant scolded me.

I gawk at him, raising one eye brow and I almost want to slap his head. "Well, then where were you when I was trying to jump and reach it?" I smugly remark. Geez, I know it's too early to be happy-go-lucky but isn't it his job to be nice to customers?