Delia
"You should bag the stuff up, lady."
I stared at the sassy girl across from me with the black eyeliner and mauve lip stick.
She looked like her world was a perpetual halloween party, with the all black ensemble and piercings.
I sighed as I bagged up everything she'd bought in a grocery bag and handed it over to her. No need telling her she could bag her stuff herself.
The day was slow as hell, and I couldn't wait for when I got to leave. I had a book at home calling my name.
The goth girl left and I saw Sheila pop her head out of one of the shopping aisles. "That girl has serious issues, I'm telling you. She was here last week, and wanted me to literally show her where everything was, like she couldn't find anything at all herself." She huffed impatiently, stocking the shelves
