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"Mom can you stay in here?" I did not want her to know what I was buying.

"Honey are you sure?"

"Yes mom. I'll be like 15 minutes." She nods her head. I get out of the car and walk into the store. I head to office supplies. I find some notebooks and throw it into the cart. Spiral notebooks are my favorite. They all where black too which made things even better.
I go a little down the isle and find pens and pencils. I grab a 10 pack of regular black pencils and a 5 pack of pens which contained 4 black pens and one gold. I felt like the gold would be fun to write with.
I go to check out in isle 14. The girl that was working there looked like she was about 19-20 years old.
"Hi how are you doing today?" She asks.
"Uhh fine I guess. How are you?"
"I'm okay. You know when you work for 7 hours at a cash register it can be tiring."
The conversation stoped and it was just quiet. She looked so pretty and skinny. I wanted to be like that, I wanted to be like her. "Your total is $19.50." I pull a $20 bill out of my wallet and hand it to her. "Thanks" she says.
"Yep. Uhh you can k-keep the change. Yeah keep the change. She looks at me weird.
"Okay thanks." I take my bag off the rack and walk away.
"Have a good day" I quickly say trying not to be an ass hole. I run out to my car and get in.
"Rushing?" Mom says. "Calm down" she giggles. I laugh at her.
"Sorry I just don't like taking to people and she was talking to me and I freaked" I say. She just smirked.
"Honey I think you have a problem." I look at her confused.
"What did you mean?"
"Like I think that you have something wrong with you."
"Well duh. Has it took this long to get it in your brain. I don't like people." I say.
"Well I know. You know what never mind. We'll talk about it when we get home, okay?" I nod. Then we just kept driving the 15 minutes to get home.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 27, 2019 ⏰

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