I strolled through the lifeless clothing aisles, making sure everything was "organized, but easy to find," My boss was annoying. Maybe it was her fake, cheesy smile, or annoying personality, but we never exactly met eye to eye at all and from what I could remember, it's always been that way between us. We never had a good relationship to begin with. When I started working there, she was already co-manager. 5 years later the girl that once thought she was in charge, really became in charge as store manager, leaving me as the clerk under her ruling.
I could tell she hated me the most. Maybe it was how I was different from the other coworkers. Maybe it was how bored and annoyed I looked all the time (leave it to my chronic resting bitch face to make me look like that).
Or maybe it was how lonely I was.
I was one of those outcasts who shouldn't have been and outcast. my innocent heart held me from doing anything my dirty mind wanted. And my dangerous fantasies held me back from doing anything productive.
Throughout my life I received quite a few disappointments. My family was too busy for my, my school was too busy for me....hell, the whole world was too busy for me Each let down upset me, but it became so ongoing that I eventually got usedd to it and just went along with it. No use trying to change anything.
As I walked around, I snuck occasional glances at my phone.
Nothing. As usual. The only contacts I had were my mother, my brother, a friend I hadn't seen since high school. And my 'boyfriend' Keath.
Keath was one of those stereotypical boys who was sweet and interesting at the start of the relationship, but soon evolved into this really impatient, sex-driven asshole who barely had any interest in me. We've been together almost a year, and a majority of the time we weren't even talking. I honestly lost interest in him after the first month and tried to end it with him, but every time I would bring it up, he got his act together and convinced me to stay with him. I had 2 reasons not to leave Keath: He knew how to talk to a girl, and making out with him was bomb.
And he was hot as fuck.
I continued to roam around the store, fixing up anything that was folded improperly or not in their right place." God stupid fucks," I complained, beginning to refold things in the men's section. "Is it that hard to refold clothes?"
After lazily fixing the half folded shirt, I gave another glance at her phone, checking what hour it was this time.
"11:58," I read, watching my digital phone clock blink. Only 2 minutes before Christmas, the day I felt absolutely nothing for.
Unlike girls my age, Christmas never brought decent memories. All I could really think of were my brother leaving to who knows where doing who know what with whoever. And my parents who tried to act happy but did a really bad job at it, and crummy gifts that were obviously just a gift from a distant relative that my mom didn't want, so she gave it to me. And the drunken midnight fights between my parents. Yeah. My Christmas's wern't exactly like a Hallmark Movie.
But there was one thing I liked.
It was the tree lighting. It was the most peaceful, beautiful thing I'd ever seen. If it weren't for this one thing, I'd probably forget about Christmas completely.
It wasn't just a simple row of trees. Held in the Embassy Building, it was my escapade, the one place I could go without worrying about anyone bothering me. Even when it was full of people, the place was heaven! No distractions, no noise, no interruptions, just me and the regally decorated, pine-scented decor.
It was really the only place I could find salvation during the holidays. She would be away from my broken family, my cramped apartment, my horny boyfriend, my bitchy boss...away from everything that bothered me.
I could almost smell the strong scent of the Christmas trees until the sound of a door opening scared the hell out of me, causing me to back into a mannequin, knocking it-and myself-over,
"Faaaahhhhhhkkkk....."
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