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I awake to the sound of my mother screaming up the stairs and my alarm blaring in my ear.
I growl and turn over to look at my clock.
7:46 the red numbers practically scream at me.
Late again.
I sigh dragging myself from the warmth of my black sheets.
I throw on some Tripp pants, my combat boots and a random shirt.
I think it says 'I'm with the vampires' but I wasn't paying all that much attention.
I put on my eyeliner, really thick and trudge down the stairs as if I'm about to meet the Grim Reaper.
"You have got to be more responsible."
My mother began her lecture as usual.
Putting me down because I'm not perfect.
"Mom, shut up."
I say.
I grab my keys and leave my mother gaping at me from the front door.
I start my car and groan.
Didn't I promise myself I was going to never see her ugly face again when I was 16?
What could I say?
I was one broke, pathetic, 26-year-old who was obsessed with vampires and had a short fuse.
The only reason I had a freaking job was because my best friend Corbin works there and his dad owns the freaking place.
To think once I would have given my life to go to Hot Topic and now I'd rather have my toenails chewed off by rabid wolves.
When I get to work, Corbin sees me and sighs.
"Yea, I know I'm late again."
I growl throwing my bag behind the counter and putting some pins in a box.
To say the least my life really sucked.
And that was still giving it credit.
I blindly check people out.
I don't even know if I gave them the right change back.
Not that I care.
A group of at least six preps come in.
One of them decides to try on some clothes.
Not a big deal until she opens her big mouth.
"How do I look in these gay Goth clothes?"
She asks and her friends laughed.
I swear I turned into the Mistress of Darkness right there.
I drop what I'm doing and stomp my way over to the dressing rooms.
"Give me those clothes and get the hell out!"
I grind out between clenched teeth.
That blond bimbo looks at me like I'm dirt under shoes.
"No, It's a free country!"
She said like that old comeback would get me to back off.
My eyes flared.
I drag her into the dressing room and rip the shirt over her head throwing her Hollister one on.
"Do you really want me to do the rest?"
I scream at her.
She whimpers and quickly changes into her prep clothes.
The six ran out like I'd just killed someone.
I swear when I get a handgun I'm just going to hang around my neck.
"LYDIA!"
Corbin's dad screamed as he came into the store.
Oh jeez.
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