Owen of Atlantis

2: Work

I arrived at work about 10 minutes later. I walk in and get a broom thrown at me. "Owen, catch!" It was my shift partner James. He's there because I can't sell cigarettes or alcohol since I'm underage. I mostly stock things and clean. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him. I then went out front and swept. I looked at the clock. 4:05. I get off work at 9:50. One good thing about this job is I can think without getting interrupted. Mostly.
    I walk to the back and pick up a pack of Sprite and take it out front to stock the fridge. The next few hours drag on. Not much went on at all. The most interesting thing that happened was someone asked if we sold pickles. Seriously. Finally it was 9:30. I went and got the mop bucket and filled it up. I then grab the mop and go out front. I stare down at my reflection in the water. Dark brown eyes, shaggy brown hair, pale skin. I see the scar across my right eye and move my bangs in front of it. Ken told me I had it when they got me. It just never went away. I jab the mop into the bucket and start mopping. Suddenly I felt weak. I tried to shake it off. I quickly finished mopping, dumped the bucket and headed home.
     I decided to take the Lawerence Street short cut home tonight. I turned the corner, and came face to face with a car. I turn sharply and hit the sidewalk, snacking my head off the ground, hard. I put my hand to my face. No blood? That's weird I thought. I got back in my bike and went off. It was 10:11 when I finally got home. I went upstairs to get a shower. As soon as that water hit my face, I felt so much better. I just stood there feeling the hot water against my skin. Suddenly I got a sharp pain in my right eye. But it went as soon as it came. Huh I thought to myself. I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I brush my hair and look at my eyes in the mirror. My brush hits the ground. "Oh. My. God." I look closer at my reflection. My right eye is no longer dark brown in color. It's turned a bright emerald green. I shake my head and look again. It's still there. "Maybe I'm just tired, thank god tomorrow if Friday." I decided to skip dinner and head to bed. I put on a T-shirt and boxers and climb into bed, wrapping myself in my blanket and falling fast asleep.