Broken Wings

Chapter 2: Choked

"I just wanna die." - Logic

I practically ran out of school. Freedom at last. One hour may not seem a lot but spending every hour at home or school is all I could ever get.

Home and school only, bored me enough already.

I traipsed down the streets of Bar Harbor. Paula decided to pick me up at the high school after my hour was up.

I found myself in a boutique ten minutes later. Even though I had no money, I looked through the aisles. I found a simple sky blue dress, but it was possibly the most beautiful dress I had ever seen.

"Wow," I gasped quietly.

I'm not the kind of girl who usually spends hours doing my hair and makeup in the morning or even for a special occasion. But I envy the girls who somehow manage to look absolutely stunning in a dress without even trying.

But that was not the reason why I was holding the blue dress in my hands right now. Dresses may come in handy at some point in life.

I held it in front of me. It looked like it could fit me. I found a change room at the back of the store and made my way there. Once I changed into the dress, I walked out of the change room and stood by the nearby mirror.

"Wow, that dress looks wonderful on you," someone commented behind me.

I turned around and noted the cashier smiling at me. I beamed in return.

"A lot of girls have tried it on but you suit it the most. You should buy it."

"Oh, uh-I don't have any money on me," I stuttered in embarrasment.

"Oh, well that's okay. Would you like me to save it in my office once you have enough? I mean, you have to buy it. There's no way I'm letting anyone else buy it if I just leave it hanging on the rack."

I smiled.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you."

I went back and changed and handed the dress to her.

"Are you looking for a job?" She asked, suddenly interested in me.

"Uh, sort of," I replied, following her back to the front of the store.

It wasn't a lie. I was sort of looking for a job, even when my mother told me not to.

"Because the Acadia West Street Shop is hiring at the moment. I own that store as well." She set the dress underneath the counter. "What's your full name, dear?"

"Uh, Sasha Grey Castillo." I just hoped Paula wouldn't be disappointed when she found out I applied for a job.

Of course she will.

Well, I didn't exactly apply for it, I only accepted an offer.

She scribbled on a pad of sticky notes. "Age?"

"Seventeen."

"Date of birth?"

"September twenty-third, two thousand."

"Do you live here in Bar Harbor?"

"Yes, I do."

"Would you be interested in this kind of job?"

"Um, sure."

Shit. I was going to be in big trouble. Paula was going to kill me.

"Can I have your number, please?"

I gave her our home number and she scribbled the digits down.

Another thing I humiliate over is when someone asks for my cell phone number, I always have to give them my home number. My mother doesn't even trust me to own my own device like a bunch of teenagers do now days. She once told me people can go crazy if they get too addicted to it. I never knew what she meant by crazy.