The Piggly Wiggly

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My whole life I have been doing the same things. I've come to expect the same predictable things from my life. But everything's about to change. I'm about to change. Everything is going to be different from now on. I take a deep breath and step through the door. The door that marks the turning point for me: The door to the Piggly Wiggly.

The bell on the door jingled as I stepped through and a teenager who is running the cash register glances up before turning back to her fashion magazine, clearly uninterested.

 I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, held my head high, and marched my way towards the cash register. The first step I took was right into the path of an oncoming shopping cart. Fortunately, I jump out of the way just in time, only to knock right into the display of Forrest's homemade chicken noodle soup.

 Some of the cans, that were stacked so perfectly, fell to the floor with a loud crash and started rolling everywhere. I frantically started chasing after the can that had made its way over to one of the cash registers.

Without trying to draw any more attention to myself, I picked it up and hurriedly returned it to the top of the pyramid of cans.

 Really, the store was asking for it. I mean, who stacks cans in a pyramid right at the entrance to the store? I thought they only did that in commercials.

By the time I got the cans back in place, I had the attention of the lady with the shopping cart and all other of the seven customers in the store. Only the girl at the cash register was still happily immersed in her magazine.

Though my face is too dark to show red, I could still feel heat rising to my cheeks and I rushed to the bathroom.

How embarrassing!

Even if I still get an application, the girl is most likely going to warn her manager of my less than impressive performance and he's never going to hire me. Even worse, he's probably going to tell all of his other manager friends about the 'disaster girl' and I'm never going to get a job.

 Stupid, small town.

 Why did my dad have to get an amazing job up here?

 Why did I think it was a brilliant idea and go along with it?

 Because I wanted a fresh start where nobody knew about my weird personality and horrible past. Now I'd have to go home and inform my dad that I'd ruined any chance of a fresh start and that we'd have to move again immediately.

I sighed and walked over to the sink so I could splash some cold water on my face. Then I smoothed my hair back and stood up straight.

"Come on, Forbes, you can do this."

 Normally, I'm not into the whole talking-to-yourself thing, but I figured the situation called for some self-motivation.

 I walked slowly, and I mean slowly, over to the bathroom door and hauled it open. Everyone seemed to have gone back to their shopping except the girl who had been at the cash- register had been replaced by a teenaged boy. Oh great. Now I was even more susceptible to make a fool of myself since there was a boy there. And a cute one too. I always managed to make a fool of myself in front of a cute boy. Or any boy really.  He had dark brown hair and as I walked closer I could see that his eyes were dark green, like emeralds. He looked up when I was a couple feet away.