The girl behind the cash register

Hai! I know I discontinued my other stories! And I know I need more time to work on school, but I had an awesome plot (well I thought it was awesome) that I want to write. So yeah :) on with the story!

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I turned the clock that hung on the back wall. It said 4:30. How is it still four thirty?! I swear last time I check (which to me seemed like a while ago), it was four twenty-three. I cursed under my breath. Sometimes, I really did hate my job, and wish I could have just gotten one on my own.

There was no one even here anymore, anyways. If only we could close an hour and a half earlier. That's when I heard Margret yell "hey Faith! Get over here!" I groaned. When I thought it couldn't get any worse. "Sure, why not?" I said sarcastically, seeing I didn't have much of a choice.

I walk towards the back of the store, looking for Margret. That's when I stop, seeing that I couldn't go any farther with the huge mess there was on the floor. "Margret! What the hell is up with this mess?!" I asked annoyed, seeing I took many hours of my own time organizing this.

"It fell." She stated.

I laughed in disbelief. "It fell?"

"Yes. But I figured you can finish cleaning up, cause I can tell Maggie you dropped it, and didn't bother cleaning it up. So if you care for this job, clean it up." She said rudely. She walked past me, making a path for herself, leaving me alone in this store.

I looked at the clock again and read 4:45. Time doesn't seem to pass by quickly, does it? I rolled my eyes and kneeled down to get I over with as quickly as possible. Margret was a rude, stuck up girl that everyone standed only because of her rich father. Come to realize, why the hell does she even work? She doesn't need to. Unlike me, an ordinary girl, well close to that.

I know that my life sounds pretty cliche (margret especially), but it gets even better. We were friends at one point in my life, sadly. In middle school, but in high school, she turned into a class A slut. Like its practically written on her face. Maybe it started with her father getting surprisingly rich at the time. But, you can't use that as the whole excuse. Never thought this could be so true "high school is where people turn into who they thought they'd never be."

But my phone rung, and took it out of my pocket. The phone number was unknown but said 'even though I think your a wuss to do it, I'll remind you. Don't tell them I left, it will only backfire.' And that's when I notice it was from the wonderful Margret Marie. I rolled my eyes and stuffed the phone back into my pocket. I got myself ready for the mess that was in front of me.

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An hour later, I was done. I was seriously pissed because it made me stay an hour more than the already too many hours in this store. So I quickly grab my jacket and head out the door. The sky was a dark grey, usually was in the winter weather. I mean I lived in California, union city, but we never get that beach weather here. And the beaches are always freezing, and not the cleanest either.

I put my hoodie on and walked up to my car. I went in, and it was even more cold in this GMC Terrain. Yeah, it's not the best car, but its all I've got. So I turn on the radio and start singing to Ed Sheeran, A Team.

They say she's in the class A team,

Stuck in her daydream.

Been this way since eighteen.

But lately her face seems,

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

And then I pull up to my house on edgewater street. My house is pretty nice. Two story, balcony, pool, many things. But I usually just stay in my room. I open the door and I finally feel calm for once. No whispers, no drama, no fakes. None of that. And that's what I like the best. I go into the kitchen, and grab an apple for myself.

"Look who came!" My brother snickered. "Moms been worried, but j on the other hand was going to enjoy the time. But now your here. Bummer."

"Hello to you too," I joked. "And to bad Johnnykinz. Stuck with me for another three years." I turned and started heading towards my room.

"I told you to stop calling me that!" He said, clearly angry. But I just smile, and keep walking.

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That's all I got for now! Hope you liked it. This is a short story, and I will be updating next Tuesday. So yeah. Comment and vote! Porfavor!

Ok bye now! :P