Free Divorced Dating and Damn Drama by Kat Lehto

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    "I don't need him." I say stuffing more potato chips in my mouth.
    "Really? Look at your life. You are living in an apartment with two roommates and you are driving an abomination." She says picking up envelopes and licking them. My parents only send out mail once a year so this weekend all the holiday, birthday, and anniversary cards go out. My mom hates driving but their neighbors steal the mail, so once a year she drives down to the post office to drop off a year's worth of mail.
    "I happen to like my roommates and my car." I say meekly.
    "'If you would just beg him to take you back, he might overlook your moment of insanity. You could have your old life back" she says with glee.
    "My old life was awful. I wasn't allowed to live. Everything revolved around him, from what I wore to who I talked to." I said trying to get her to understand.
    "You always looked presentable, but look at you now. You hardly look dressed to take out the trash" she says accusingly.
    "I'm not going back to him" I say bluntly.
    "Someone else is going to take him" She warns.
    "They can have him." I cry then hang up. So yeah. that's why I called in sick, because even my own parents are against me. Henry has everyone wrapped around his little finger. They think everything he does is perfect; also did anyone else hear my parents calling me fat. I don't understand why one person, one single person on the entire planet won't side with me. Is there anyone on this earth that he hasn't corrupted?
    As I walk across the street a car zaps by, barely missing me. "Hello it's a light people! Can we not try to kill me for 5 seconds so I can get some damn nachos?" I scream while shaking my fist like an old man. Damn kids and their sports cars. I enter the store and a rush of cold air hits me. I look around and no one is here, not even the store clerk. Bunch of slackers I laugh. I go over to the self serve nacho bar and get to work. Only seconds after I start drizzling the rich cheese on my nachos do I hear a whisper.
    "Is it ok to come out yet?" I heard someone ask.
    I look around the store and see no one. "Good morning America!" I yell. Oh, well that was disappointing. I was expecting it to echo.
    "Shut up, they might come back." Shouts the unidentified voice. I take my sweet time finishing making my nachos, complete with spicy jalapenos, and then walk to the register. I peer over the counter and spy the clerk who is crouched on the ground shaking. He looks up at me and says "You are really stupid, you know that?" I go in to purchase nachos and I'm stupid.
    "I just want to buy my nachos." I say bluntly. Everywhere I go people are mean. I want to order a pity party for one please.
    "Well do it quick. I was almost robed." Juan exclaims without getting up. I noticed his name tag read Juan, that's how I deduced his name.
    "What do you mean by almost?" I ask. That doesn't make sense. Why would someone almost rob this place? It's not like anyone around here would ever stick their necks out for anyone else. Which is a fancy way of saying no one would try to prevent anyone from robbing this place.
    "They came in and started firing off their weapons. I thought they were going to kill me." Juan goes on.
    "So they took the money?" I ask. What? That's a legitimate question.
    "No, they just looked around then left." Hmm, that doesn't sound right. I look around the store. I don't see anything smashed or anything even out of place. I look at the ceiling and see loads of red and blue dots. Paint ball dots.
    "I think they were just kids from the neighbor hood having a good time. They had paint ball guns." I say meekly.
    "Well, I already called the cops!" shouted Juan defiantly. I really want to say calm it down, what is this guy new to the town or something?
    "They don't care" I say placing the money on the counter. I then leave. The ruthless vandals hit up my car a few days back. I was going to paint it over, but I rather liked the colors and patterns, so I left it. Why