She jumped from her seat with a horrified face, her whole body vibrating. Questionably enough, the others in the store had no reactions. The group of high school boys looked to still be bickering. The almost angry middle-aged man with his silent-screaming child in the chips section, were also unaffected by this phenomena and looked at her indifferently.
Pressing both her hands towards the desk, she wondered whether she was the only abnormal here for fear of death or if these people were too relaxed. She tried to release the breath she had held the whole time. As she did that, her surroundings seemed to have stopped shaking too.
Returning to her senses, the angry man had broken through the queue and wanted to pay, saying he didn't have the time to look at the show of a bunch of children. With her hearing back, his super loud child's screams of "chips! chips!" wasn't silent anymore.
With the only reason not to become deaf, she overlooked his rude demanding voice and helped him to pay first.
After the man got out and the screams of his child could no longer be heard, she took off her glasses. People had told her that she had scary eyes so she used to have them on most of the time. Then she looked at the stubborn kids who wanted to continue going on, her already sensitive, nerves.
With her new concern about having gone crazy, she had given up screwing these kid's, even more artificial than banana gums flavor, friendships. So, she took the telephone from the desk and said in an serious tone : "If you are not gone this second, I'm calling the police! and we can discuss your age at the police office!".
She prayed they would get lost, so she could close the store and get her ass out of this damned coffin. Her senses shouted, she shouldn't be in here. Honesty, she never had the best luck and an ominous feeling was telling her that she would, in this place, get buried alive. The last time she had this kind of feeling, within a month her family went bankrupt. Back then, she just had a bad feeling. However, this time she could almost sense the walls imprisoning her like a grave.
'God, I can't not be in that appointment to be meeting hades right?'
Like god answering her prayers, her threat seemed to be working on the high school boys. When hearing the word police, they became pretty pale. Very naive. She kind of missed that kind of naivety. A naivety that comes from having a small world with problems befitting of that small world.
After getting themselves in some kind of misunderstanding, they left.
"You will regret this! I knew your boss, count yourself fired." Said the regular boy.
"Leave her be, look at her uniform. Bet she's the new transfer student! We will teach her a lesson later! She will wish, she was never born!" said another tall guy, who wore glasses while mockingly staring at her blue sportswear which was similar to what one of them was wearing, dragging him towards the door.
Hearing that, she smirked and put her glasses back on while also showing her slender middle finger. Seemed like she had worn Andreys sport uniform.
"Sure! Sure! Let us see each other after the semester!" she added while gesturing for them to hurry out.
'Well, good luck tatting on me to myself and specially good luck finding me next semester!'
Even through her sunglasses, she could see their faces going first, from green to red and then from red to black.
The frequent guy, usually a calm and polite customer, seemed to be especially pissed off by her behavior and wanted to attack but was held back by his so called friends. Poor guy.. If she wasn't crushed into powder by Andrey, while trying to warn him about his friends, she might have tried giving him some hints.
'Hoof, dealing with teenagers is the most tiring job in the world. All of them, without exemptions, are devils.' she thought, taking all the teenagers she know into consideration. She knew that for sure, there are some good ones out in the world but the Godzillas she had in her life made it impossible for her to imagine a good one.
Though the other three including the exceptionally taller one in the front with the role of pretending to be an adult, didn't say much and left coolly. She still had the potential to beat them up without feeling much guilt. The young adults are so scary, the devil himself wouldn't do what they do.
In contrast to her hope of closing the store after their departure, before she could even come out of the front desk, people flooded in and as the cashier she got trapped in the store until eight o'clock. Who would say no to money? Not Angela. It was also best if she sold out everything in the fridge. Then before even dreaming about eating or resting, she dragged herself to the entry and closed the fence from inside.
'If I sort things now, I don't have to be here tomorrow! Just think about how refreshing it would be living in the country side! From tomorrow, me, my beautiful villa in the middle of a beautiful forest, and a cute vegetable garden!' she thought, forgetting about her feelings from earlier, with the naivety she claimed not to have in her anymore. Not knowing about the hell that quietly was getting closer and closer.
Like a robot worker with the setting to pack store goods, she began. First she took out the stacks of large carton boxes from the big inventory disguised behind the glass refrigerator. Taking out the carpet knife, she snapped the stack open. Then emptied all the shelves of goods and filled the boxes to the brim. After that, she fetched the newly bought box of silver tapes from under the front desk. She found the packaging bothersome. Then reusing the super sharp carpet knife, she praised myself for buying a dozen of these useful knives. In the morning, when buying the tapes, she bought a dozen of these thinking about her future living plans.
"Pretty handy!"
By the time she finished packaging everything in the store, it was already past eleven pm and there was only one hour before the shopping would close. So she took her warm, sleeping bag-looking, jacket and slept in the hidden place located in the pillar in the middle of the store. Inside the pillar was a not-so-comfy armchair, where Angela could inspect outside/sleep without being seen. Well, it will be her last time enjoying it/getting cramped in it. From tomorrow midnight this place will no longer be hers, was the last thought she had on that stone-like armchair before passing out from exhaustion.
When Angela woke up, it was still silent and she didn't hear anything. Not that anything else was to be expected when she sat in a noise-blocking space; but what was unusual was the darkness outside. If she knew what was to happen in the future, she would have prayed that there would never be a light..