Back to the Beginning -- Short Story 25

                                    

                                          
Back to the Beginning -- Short Story 25
                          
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"Jesse, I swear to god! Let me in!" My oh-so-kind boyfriend of 6 years locked my out of our bathroom when he knows I need to get ready for work.
                          
"I'm getting ready!" He called back.
                          
Knowing it was useless to keep pounding on the door, I sighed. Jesse doesn't leave for work until 7a.m. I leave at 6:30a.m. 
                          
It's currently 6:10a.m.
                          
"I'm gonna be so late." I mumbled to myself, thinking of all the things I could skip for the morning.
                          
Having had a shower last night really helped. I just needed to brush my teeth, fix my hair, and wash up a bit.
                          
"Jesse!" I started banging on the door again, "You're just being stubborn."
                          
Shaking my head, I left the hallway to find my bag in our bedroom. With my purse filled with everything I'll need for the day, I set it by the front door. 
                          
Going back to bedroom, I searched around for an extra brush or comb I might have left lying around. My hair was a disaster. My usually tame hair was sticking out in every possible direction.
                          
Of course this is the morning my hair decides to look disgusting.
                          
I couldn't help but think as I stared in my giant mirror hanging on the wall.
                          
The bathroom lock clicked. Sprinting for the bathroom, I bumped into Jesse on his way out.
                          
"Morning, gorgeous." He chuckled, walking passed wearing a dress shirt and pants. 
                          
"I'm gonna be late and it's your fault." I grumbled, ignoring his appearance.
                          
What didn't click in my head is that Jesse always goes to work in a t-shirt and jeans.
                          
Picking up my hairbrush, I quickly began untangling the rat's nest on my head.
                          
Fifteen minutes later, I rushed into the kitchen giving Jesse a kiss on the cheek and dashing out to my car.
                          
"Have a good day, Ang!" He waved from the front door after following me to my car.
                          
Waving back, I realized I would actually make it on time.
                          
Thank goodness.
                          
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Time at work only seemed to drag on.
                          
"Who shops for a crop top at 9 in the morning?" I asked myself for the fourth time all morning, constantly changing what time I was asking.
                          
Refolding a pile of shirts, I wondered what happened to the other girl I was working with this morning. 
                          
She disappeared quite a bit during shifts. I think it's because she's checking her phone in the back.
                          
Rolling my eyes, I sat behind the counter. When I took this job, I figured it would be easy because the store opens at 8 in the morning, my shift is until 4, and no one usually comes in until closer to 11. Boy was I wrong.
                          
Sitting for close to three hours doing absolutely nothing is agonizing torture. 
                          
The other girl, Liz, finally reappeared from the back.
                          
We've only worked a few shifts together, so at least that meant we could get to know each other.
                          
But even she bored me. 
                          
And believe me, I'm never so rude that I'll think that, but she was killing me.
                          
"So then I had to get my mom to drive me back to the store cause the shoelaces were the wrong colour." She explained to me.