5-05-14
3:46
Guilt
Emma braced herself to face the boy that she had left behind at the till last week. His saddened expression had not left her mind all week, through her walks to Claires every morning. it had taken a lot to get that job full time as a minor and the last thing she needed was to be fired and have to go on her knees for another cooperation.
As She entered the store, her eyes drifted towards his usual till and were left dissapointed. He wasnt there.
The disappointment welled up, some from having to carry this colour longer than usual but the unadmittable huge part of it was him.
Emma walked over to the till, with the first colour didnt even bother to look at, in her stretched palm.
Honey Comb Blonde.
It had to do.
She had planned to apologize and tell him he could give her a receipt to make up for it. It was stupid, but it was something. She strolled towards a lady who had her hands busy with two teenage girls buying ice cream in their pajamas. Emma laughed silently in adoration, reminiscing on the times my sister Anne and her had done the same but with Hersheys that they used to use as spoons.
''Here's your reciept.'' The lady spoke in probably the squeakiest voice ever, something that no one would ever peg to an actual human being.
The girls left, carrying their bags and taking out their phones, drifting through the doors and out.
The lady kept her head down and scanned Emma's items with a smile peering out from her pounds of foundation that was approximately 383778 shades lighter than her neck.
She handed the money over and watched as the lady dealt with it, taking a reciept out of the counter, probably a new machine there. She stuck in in Emma's bag before she had a chance to scurry off. She looked back uop at the lady but found that she had turned her back around and was adjusting her questionable boobs.
Emma muttered a thank you despite her rudeness and got on her vesper. Multiple rumours about the fact that bleaching took a lot longer dying caused her to check the time at the back of the box. She ruffled through the bag and brought out the dye with the reciept trapped between my fingers.
She used my other hand to attempt to rip it but before she got through half of it, she spotted red ink on the other side and turned it round.
Phoenix,
Just incase you attempted to avoid me again( :( )
-I decided to steal Maria's uniform because shes off today make sure you get this.
Call me- 079-937-2347
-Hood
Emma smiled and punched his number in, dialling it.
''That was quick.'' He joked.
''Well I'm still outside.''
''Im on my break, coffee?''
She was closing to blurting out an enthusiastic yes but her leg hit the plastic bag, reminding me of the change ready to be made.
''Um, how about I meet you there after your shift, I have to take care of my hair. is that okay?''
''Yeah, yeah sure, five?''
''Five."
