The Bag.

 

Waking up and walking outside my apartment told me exactly how my day was going to be. Severe piles of s**t.

The morning blasted me with its rays of cancerous death in an attempt to ruin my parade of doom and gloom. I am in no mood for happiness and sunshine with little buttercups talking in sickly sweet cute voices with stupid a*s grins on their faces. No f*****g way. I tugged on my beanie until it covered my eyes, running down the apartment steps hurriedly.

I’m just walking along the sidewalk, glaring menacingly at the passerby and trying quite hard to ignore the happiness around me. Unfortunately, my b***h demeanor faded when I was startled by a sound. An unexpected string of techno beats began to emanate from my bag, reaching in I pulled out my cellphone to answer it immediately. More like after it rang for five minutes. They can wait, right?

“Hello this is Adelaide, how may I help you?...Before you start, take into consideration that I, Adelaide, am in no mood for frivolous conversation so please think before you speak. Thank you!” I recited pleasantly. A man’s voice flooded into my ear though I couldn’t concentrate on him. More pressing matters appeared.

I froze in front of a store, mirrors capturing my every angle. My interest in the conversation with whoever was on the other side was lost, completely. My hair, a lifeless mess that covers half of my face, had been dyed a while ago. Black, like the darkest of nights to contrast the light violet irises I somehow managed to obtain. I covered them, my eyes I mean, peeking though my fingers noting that aside from my eyes there was nothing spectacular about me. My face, an oval with a hostile plague of acne attacking once every month, the battlefront of cosmetics and creams all overpowered by their determination to ruin me, isn’t enchanting at all. Then we move on to the rest of me and find the same.

I am of an average build with an additional few pounds I’d never be rid of. Sure, I’ve got curves but what’s the use; never gone a day without a baggy jacket since elementary school. Toss in my affinity for the neutral, invisible colors of the spectrum and I just seem to disappear from society. That and my distasteful personality that people love to ignore. Just going over this - myself, my looks, my state in life (lack of really) - is depressing me. What’s the point if I’m not suicidal?

“Hello? Hello?! Addie! You know what, forget it. I’ll find someone else…” He hung up. I wonder who that was anyway. Hm…I don’t think it matters. I turned around and continued on my journey to nowhere. I knew that I had to go and get something for someone because they were going to do blahbity bleh with the who’s-a-ma-what’s-it I will be getting. Damn, I need to write these things down…Nahhh.

Walking across the vast park that encompasses the center of Tillaney Square, I realized that this is probably one of the most enjoyable activities that this dump of a village has.

It isn’t a village but a town. I prefer village, sounds worse.

The park, filled with various greenery and fragrant flowers, is teeming with some of the most beautiful animals I have ever seen. The bluest of bluebirds always singing a sweet little tune that charmed even the creepiest of crows to try to sing along. That happens on mostly cloudy days when the crows feel the need to spread about ominous feelings and forewarnings. Well, I think so. From the birds we move on to the mammals such as dogs that owners happily bring to the park so they can exercise their cute little butts off, and I occasionally play with them, the not so cuddly hedgehogs that I love to chase around before leaving them be and my last but not least favorite the rabbits. I would take one home with me if I didn’t live in an apartment that doesn’t allow pets. And if they didn’t love to chew on everything I hold dear to me like my flesh. They’re viciously sweet. Honestly. I am digressing from my task. What am I supposed to be doing…I was forced around to face this woman, shorter than I (most were) and almost majestic…in a way.

“Here you go, you need this more than me.” The woman thrust a red bag into my chest.

“What? What are you talking abu-” She covered my mouth and smiled. I reminded myself to not bite her since I want to see what will happen next.

“You need it. Try to survive.” She said, laughing a little at herself like she’s joking.

We’re just staring at each other. I’m waiting for the chance to reply, i.e. her hand to get off my face, and she’s just smiling searching into my eyes for…I don’t know but I can see she is searching. Anxiously.

Minutes passed slowly, then she left. No goodbye, just walking away.

Watching her leave and blend into the crowd is just as surreal as realizing that there is a bag in my hand. A heavy one. Now the task I had been assigned completely left my mind. This bag was the only matter I consider to be important. I spun on my heel and retraced my steps home. My mind replaying the scene. The woman repeating her lines. Her lines sounding scarier than ever.

Author's Note

A bit shorter than I wanted. Bland as well but I tried.

Reviews

[Dietrich von Crowe]

STill that sense of anticipation! Does it not end??? haha
I like the smart-a*s first person perspective, very like you, kitten.
The only issue I had was the transition from sleeping to walking. I was lost somewhere in your description of the beaney and phone call when suddenly I saw that you were in front of a store...and my initial reaction was..."mon dieu, where'd the hell did this store come from???".
but anyway, this was very connected, which is new for your writing technique of old, though the sudden confrontation with the lady seemed a little overwhelming when there is already so much anticipation.
Overrall well written.

[Dani]

Aaaahhh what's in the bag???

I wanna knowwwwwww hahaha and I know that my lack of "I loved the way you strung your words together" is noticed but i wanna know WHATS IN THE BAGGGGGGG!!!!?????

[Jacqueline]

I really liked this.
Not like all of your other stupid, awful stories.
Haha.
I kid, I kid.
Seriously though, this is just the beginning of it all and its quite captivating.
And yes, very different than what you normally write.
So mission accomplished.
KEEP WRITING.

[...]

Aw, I don't think it's bland. Quite interesting, actually, and I do like the main character... and her name. (Hehe... "Crapsey"...)

One thing I noticed: "...dogs that owners..." = change "that" to "whose"
:]

KEEP GOING. I want to be less confused. lmao XD