I have never been one of those girls. In case you don’t know what I mean by those girls let me tell you who they are. Those girls, who may seem fine one minute, are diehard fans who will start to scream and jump up and down acting like a mad man when any mention of their fandom comes up. Okay, any positive thing about the fandom. You mention something negative and all of a sudden it is World War III.
I was never sure why I never became a fan of anything. I enjoyed watching TV shows and movies, but I never reached the point of becoming hooked and getting all excited for the next episode or midnight release. When it came to bands - or just singers in general - I found myself only liking a couple of their songs and nothing more. It was wired to say that you only liked two of their songs and you were you were now in love, not with just their music but them.
See, I was never one of those girls, but in my tiny town on the outskirts of a major city, every other girl was. There was some point when girls hit the point of becoming a blood-thirsty fangirl who lives off those fanfitions that pop out of nowhere and the constant stream of tweets that the person sends out.
I once watched a video on YouTube that explained this whole fandom thing and why fangirls were the way they were. All I got from it was that girls – and guys – could obsess from a safe distance. When it got within the range of tackling other people and running after the beloved stars was when things became unsafe.
Now, I have always been someone who followed the rules and never tried to pick a fight. I made sure to take precaution and ask a billion questions before doing anything that might put my life at risk. Even in labs at school I would ask a dozen questions if something did not seem right.
That is why I never planned to actually be in the middle of a stampede of fans that were desperately searching for the stars that had arrived in town for some reason. I did not know why because I did not care. It was just sudden and I was pissed.
On the way to work, which is on Main Street of our town, I could hear the sound of feet pounding on the ground and the chaotic and high pitched screams of girls. Right away I turned to look over my shoulder and could see them barreling down the street. Any person with a mind would just move out of the way, but I was frozen in place and greatly confused. There was not a single person in sight besides me and they were acting as if there was.
After the mob of girls ran around me I continued on my way to work. The shop was a teen girl shop, which I did not even know existed. Within the four brick walls there was clothing, accessories of all kinds, magazines that could keep the girls up to date on the celebrity gossip and of course food. I mean what girl who is on her period does not want chocolate?
If that was a rhetorical question then I did not get it, because I could tell you know that I would be that one girl who did not want chocolate.
After punching in, I went and pinned the nametag on my tee-shirt and sat behind the cash register to wait for any customers to wander in. For the next hour not one person can though the front door with the annoying bell.
Out of boredom I picked up one of the magazines and started to flip through it. I had only gotten reach page number seven before I heard the bell jingle, letting me know someone was entering the shop. I waited a moment to see if anyone would speak up and ask for help, but I all heard was labored breathing.
Frowning, I left the magazine where it was and then went to see who was in the shop. I was nowhere prepared if the person in the shop was a coldblooded killer. There was nothing around me that could serve as a weapon and tossing shirts with teen heart throbs on them was not going to help me.
