Aisle Thirteen

Prologue

I'm jotting down notes until the bell decided to rang. I packed my things inside my bag pack and I head off the classroom.

"See you tomorrow, Calista!" I heard my best friend, Micaela.

I just lazily waved my hand as a sign that I heard her shouted.

I walked pass through the hallways of our University. I'm studying Creative Writing here at UCLA.

Oh, by the way, the name's Calista. Calista Caden. My best friend is Micaela Obray. She's the one who bid goodbye.

I went inside my Fusion, I locked my doors and played a soft melody music.

I got home and saw my mom, Lana Caden, in front of her computer, "Hey, mom.", I said as I hugged her from the back.

"Oh, hey, Calista! How's school?" She asked.

"Fine." I smiled.

It's a pretty fine day at school earlier. We just wrote a couple of short stories and a few poems. I had fun writing.

I was busy with my thoughts when her phone rang, "Hello?", she answered the call.

"Sir?! Yes, of course. Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah. I got it. No problem, Sir. Bye."

She faced me. "Calista, I was about to go grocery shopping but I have this emergency report that I need to finish ASAP.", she said, and I already know what she's about to tell me.

"Can you go to the grocery store, instead?" I knew it. 

She saw me frowned and she smiled,  "Don't worry, I'll cook your favorite pasta dish when you get home." She smiled sweetly that I can't say no.

"Alright, hand me the list."

"Thank you!" She kissed me on my cheek.

She handed me the list of the groceries and the money. I head upstairs first and put my bag on my swivel chair inside my room. I put my favorite jacket on and grabbed the key of my Fusion.

"Later, Mom!" I waved my hand.

"Take care, Cal!" She shouted from the inside of our house.

I drove to the nearest, yet shitty grocery store. My mom never shops here because the products weren't good, and it's not as big as the other grocery stores.

The only thing that made me do the grocery shopping in here is because of the few shoppers who goes here. It's not as packed as the others. I like it here, it's peaceful. It's what I want.

I entered the store and if I'm not mistaken, there are at least fifteen shoppers here inside. I smiled, just as I wanted.

I first go to the meat section, then the produce, and now I'm here on the dairies. It's on aisle twelve.

As I'm grabbing the bottles of milk that's listed, I noticed the next aisle. It was a bit messy. The products were everywhere and the liquids were spilled.

I looked up and saw the sign, "Aisle 13".

"Oh? They extended another aisle? This was not here before." I whispered to myself.

I've been here for a couple of times already because whenever my mom asks me to go grocery shopping, I always go here and I never saw this aisle. This must be new.

Who would do such mess? It's impossible that a kid did this or any other customers because this store isn't always full. It's so quiet that you'll immediately hear if a single bottle was broken.

I finished my grocery shopping and let my thoughts passed.

It was my turn to pay on the counter. I was hesitant to tell this but the mess was too much, it might bother the other customers.

I'm so bothered by the mess so I decided to just tell the clerk about it.

I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me, can you please clean up the mess on aisle 13? It might bother some customers." I smiled, hoping the clerk won't get offended.

He's not offended, though he gave me a puzzled look.

"There's no aisle 13."