So I’ve been lazy again. Well, more like the outside world has taken up my time. Normally I would write a story and post it sometime around the weekend. Today I had to get up before the sun, blah blah blah, and now I am too sleepy to write anything worthwhile. So therefore, I present to you the first chapter of my unpublished, unfinished novel. The name “The Pudding Escapades” is just a title I put in so I could find it in my documents. I’m sure when (if ever) I finish it, I’ll find a better name. Enjoy, and as always, constructive criticism is welcome.
I was walking down the aisles looking at all the products. Going up one aisle and down the other just waiting, I guess. I picked up a box of taquitos to look at them. I know I don’t need them, but they’d be a good snack in case I ever get bored.
Like that feeling of boredom when you think you’re hungry so you walk to the fridge, just to find out there isn’t anything good in there to eat. Maybe peanut butter and jelly, maybe left over pizza; naw that’s no good. So you walk back to the living room, find something to watch on TV. After sitting there for a few minutes, which seems like hours, you go back to the kitchen. Look over your options again. Then you remember you weren’t really hungry in the first place, and head to your room. Maybe to start organizing or maybe even to pick up a book to read. Not that I was really ever into reading, but I did pick up a few books along the years. This boredom is how I have been for the past week.
I got sick of walking around my house finding things to do. Cleaning the bathroom, rearranging lawn furniture, staring at my unpacked boxes, cleaning the bathroom again. Maybe that’s how I ended up at the superstore. I was done with my finals super early this year, so I came home before anybody else did. To me it’s such a small town, there isn’t anything to do unless you have a couple of good friends to goof off with. It is my favorite thing to do, hang out with friends. Go on adventures. Make up crazy stories. Just anything to get my mind off of the real world. That is a big reason I hate going to school where I do. Well, hate is a strong word. I guess I more or less dislike going there. Sure, it’s got great academics. Some of the people are pretty cool. And the campus is beautiful in the fall. But it just doesn’t have the same feel that home does. Maybe I will never find somewhere like home. Or maybe home is just a convenience.
I chose this school because it fit my needs, and just everything drew me into it. It wasn’t what everybody else was choosing, and it helped me feel different from the crowds of kids from high school picking a college that all their friends had gone to. I wanted somewhere far enough from the mundane life I thought I had but at the same time I wanted close enough where I could still come back for visits if I wanted. After being away for a year I had realized my mistake. Well, I wouldn’t call it a mistake I guess. It will give me a good education and a different culture from my own, which is what I wanted. I had come to realize though, that it wasn’t really what I wanted. I still don’t, going into the summer before my senior year. Maybe this summer is what will help me figure it out; that is why I am so anxious for everyone to come home. I’ll be able to get ideas of who I am now, and who I want to be later on.
I put the box of taquitos down. I don’t really need them. I move on to the meat products. Then to the cheeses and other dairy. There are so many choices, who comes up with all of these ideas? I start to wonder what they’ll come up with next. Technology plus imagination will go along way. Maybe in the future we’ll have just shakes that we will have to eat three times a day to get all of our nutrition. Like the way you see all the old films showing about the future. Those movies are hilarious. I start walking towards the clothing section because the cold from the freezers is giving me goosebumps and I notice her. I knew she worked here, why did I even bother coming here? I duck off into the aisle where they have all the sports wear and high school themed shirts, hoping she didn’t see me. I look down at one of them and notice it spelled High School wrong. The person who let that slide either is very humorous or never went to school. Maybe she saw me already? Oh God. I hope she doesn’t try and talk to me.
It’s been a few months since I’ve seen or even talked to Rachel. Maybe even longer, since I don’t really keep track of those things. Have you ever just not liked someone? For no particular reason. Just. Something unexplainable about them throws you off. That is Rachel. Could be the way she flips her hair, or the way her eyes get squinty in the sun. She also has a horrible attitude towards life. That’s probably why she works here. Doesn’t think she has a great future so she settles for something less than a great future. And there isn’t any changing her mind. Which doesn’t make any sense. Her family has the opportunity to help her and she has the option to do great things. She also used to make up stories about her life, I guess looking for attention. I used to feel sorry for her until I tried to help her and she decided not to listen. Well, I guess it wasn’t that she wouldn’t listen. She heard fine, she just didn’t take any of my advice or compliments or anything in a positive way. In one ear and out the other. Someday I hope she looks back on the things I’ve said and regrets not listening. But then again, everyone needs to learn things on their own. Maybe that’s why I don’t like her, but then again, maybe it’s just the way she squints her eyes.
I think she didn’t see me. Knowing her, if she had seen me she’d be standing next to me, pretending to fold shirts, but really just using the excuse to ask me how I am, how’s life, and yadda yadda. No doubt, trying to strike up a conversation about our past together. Not that there really was one because as soon as I figured her out I tried to distance myself from her as far as possible.
I move on to electronics. Looking at all the CD’s I wish I had. Even though the CD is dying out. Everyone is downloading or pirating. I don’t get it. With my luck as soon as I start doing that my computer will crash and I will have lost everything. I like having the CD in my hand. I own this music. I have also helped the artist that created this art. I’m not really into music, of course I listen to it daily and have a few favorite bands and favorite songs. But ask me crazy facts about the band, even the member’s names, I couldn’t tell you. During low points in homework throughout this past year I would look things like that up so I could be more informed, but I still have a long way to go.
“Hey Jack!” I hear from behind my shoulder. Oh God, she found me. Should I pretend not to hear? No that would just make me look stupid. I turn around.
“Hi Rach.” I say trying with a nod the way thug guys do.
“I can’t believe you’re home already! My goodness, it’s been so long! How is school going?” She talks as if nothing had happened between us. Just as if I didn’t just stop communicating with her. I wonder if she’s noticed that.
“Oh, it’s alright I guess. Still working here I see?” Maybe she’ll have to go stock diapers or something and I wont have to talk much longer.
“Yeah. Just until the summer ends,” She giggles the way girls do “have any exciting plans?”
“Naw, You know me. I fly by the seat of my pants.” Which is true. Plans make things monotonous. Plans also almost never go as planned.
“Ohmygosh, how could I forget!! You were so crazy! Well hey, I gotta get back to work before ‘the man’ sees me goofing off. Maybe I’ll see you sometime this summer?” She tries to be cool when she says ‘the man’ probably just trying to impress me. I see right through it.
“Maybe…” I just shrug my shoulders. For the next four months I will avoid running into her again. I’m almost curious as to what she’ll be doing at the end of summer, but I won’t let that bother me. I can’t see her moving away. Maybe she got a better job at another branch. Oh, who cares? I look down at the iPods. I wish I had the money to buy a new one. My old one works just fine, but that’s just it. It is old. I know there isn’t anything here that I want, why did I come here in the first place? I start to walk out to the parking lot when I hear it again. That cutesy voice.
“Jack! I’m so glad I found you again before you left, my phone broke and lost all my contacts. Here’s my new number. Call me and we’ll hang out sometime, yeah?” I look down at her hand with the piece of paper. She’s obviously clueless, but I take the paper anyway, make some sort of nodding motion with my head, smile and walk out the store.
I didn’t drive today. It’s such a small town I just walked the three miles. It’s a beautiful day so I decided to take the opportunity to be out in the sunshine. As I walk across the street I look back at the store. I really wish I hadn’t run into her.