Not my cup of tea

I washed up and made my way to the kitchen. There wasn't much there. Just the essentials. I looked at the cubords in disgust. They were a waist of space, considering there was never anything in them. I worked everyday trying to get by. But It still wasn't enough. Being a high school drop-out didn't really give you the luxury of a high paying job. So, I settled for my minimum waige watress job at the Chucky Clan Clam. It wasn't the best job, but it was convient. Just three blocks from my house. It was in walking distance so I never complained much.

After eating, my toast and what looked like scrambled eggs I put on my uniform and shruged out of the house. The sun was hot and heavy against my exposed skin. It was only 7:30 and it already felt like the middle of the day. The formiular smell filled my naustrals as soon as i opened the frount door.

"Ah, Cammie so nice of you to join us!" I heard my manager Mark call to me as I walked past him. I wasn't in the mood for his stupid little jokes. On my way to the back room I recieved harsh and undeeded glairs from both Andrea, and Sandra, who are hands down, the two most annoyong set of twins I ever met with their fake blonde hair, fake boobs, and fake personality.
"I hate my life," I mumbled under my breath.
"Um, Cammie?" a man's voice called behind me.
I turned, and as soon as I did I wished I hadn't.
Standing there eyeing me down, was the one person that made me want to walk out and quit on the spot. Brad. Him and I had a fling a while back, when I was still nourmal. After the black hole sucked me in, things changed. I changed.

"What do you want?" I hissed threw clentched teeth.
"Woah. Hey. Calm down Cammie. I just wanted to appoligize for what I said the other day. It was uncalled for I-"
"You think? Yeah Brad. It was uncalled for. Your not forgiven. So leave." I spat before he could finish.
"Cammie. I'm not leaving untill we talk about this."
I grabed my stuff off the table and turned to face him agaim. This time just glareing. I had nothing to say to him. I shoved him out of my way, almost knocking over a lamp on my way. It swayed a little but soon stabled it self.

I was suddenly jelous of the lamp. It was able to be knocked completly off balance, and then able to stedy it self in one swift graceful movement, as if nothing had just been so out of place.


Personaly I didn't get it. And not getting it rather botherd me. As I walked past the black and white lamp I knocked it over on its side. Ha, try to steady yourself now lamp, I thought.

Work was a blur. A stressful, annoying, blur. When the day was over I found myself covered in tea, coffee, soda, juice anything and everything todlers decided to throw at me for nothing but meir enjoyment. It bugged me that the parents just sat and watched. With out even bothering to appoligize for their children's bad behaviour. I slumped around during my break, avoiding Brad- and everyone else to the best of my ability. When the day was done I grabbed my tips with out even bothering to count them and walked back to my house.

As soon as I was in view of the house I found myself gradually picking up the paste, and was running by the time I hit the gravel walk way. I didn't stop running until I was back in the safty of my bed room with the pills in my hand. One by one shoved them down my throat. All thirty-seven of them and layed back in bed. Uniform and all.