In Her Shell

Awaken

Gosh. What a long day at high school it was. As a 17 year old, I knew a lot about the world. I knew what the fuck was up. I'm tall, chubby, and have long bleach blonde hair. The boys eat me up. My current boyfriend is a dick. But I love him. His long, dark hair is my favorite accompaniment to his solid brown eyes. He's 21, and used to play football. He's got a gut now, but who am I to judge. I show him I love him by sleeping with his stinky peen. I love him, we are going to get married and move to Alabama. But that's not important.

I hop into my crusty Pontiac Fiero and dash to the left, totally running the stop sign ahead of me. It's early January, and bitterly cold. But, my mom just got a new job! She works at a gas station, Shell to be precise. Personally, I prefer BP, but that's just my opinion. She asked me to go and say hello to her new coworkers... and that's when it all started.

I sat in my car jamming to the newest 21 Pilots song trying to amp myself up for walking through the automatic doors. The sidewalk was gross, and I could see dirty old men festering inside. Pervs. I hate meeting new people, so this was already a bad scenario for me. Not only was I about to walk into a fucking gas station, but like one that's clearly infested with trailer park car men? No thank you. After about twenty minutes of dormant waiting, my phone vibrates. My Michael Kors case is lightly scratched, and my acrylic baby pink nails slide effortlessly to unlock my screen.

Mom: Come in here, faggot.

How rude. But whatever. My booty shakes as I exit my vehicle. I have on 5" heels in order to give it a nice jiggle. I pop down my designer sunglasses and waltz inside after popping some hubba bubba in my mouth. Nobody can see my rolling my eyes when I walk in. My mom is standing solo at the counter, helping some lady with her losing scratch off ticket, trying to explain that an 11 and a 1 are in fact, totally different numbers. I mosey up to the corner of the counter and lean, checking my makeup on Snapchat and sending some super cute filtered selfies to my boyfriend.

"I love you daddy 💕💕" send.

My mom came and made very brief conversation with me, just asking about school and my car. Like I didn't see her earlier in the morning or something. She mentions a coworker the thought I'd get along with. BS. Only dumb old people work at gas stations. My mom walked around the lobby until she found her.

A goddess.