One more day of boredom, dealing with the idiocy of people around me. I really hated the Mall. More than anything in the world, I hated squealing girls running around blowing off all their money that their mommies and daddies gave them. I hated watching people eat all the disgusting food malls have to offer. I hated watching couples sucking face right in front of my eyes like I wasn’t there at all. I hated the human race. Really and truly. But what didn’t I hate? I despised being around people, I wasn’t fond of having friends, I hated the work I did. What did I like? I liked being alone and going out of my way to ruin peoples’ days. Honestly. I wouldn’t say I’m the devil now, though I am pretty bitchy. I do have my good sides, it’s just really hard to pull them out from time to time. I’m forever loyal to the few friends I do have, and I’m stubborn as hell, so I’m not someone that changes out of nowhere either. I’ve learned to appreciate myself for who I am, even though most people hate me for the very same reason.

My fingers drummed idly on the counter of the shop I worked at. It was another dull day at the Leather store. Men who were fifty pounds overweight were looking at the tight leather pants. Girls that looked too young to wear bras were trying on huge jackets to pull off a completely poser look. I watched them all with a scrutinizing gaze, my eyes a heavy brown color, though they appeared almost black due to the amount of mascara I had on. My black hair fell into my face, disheveled and clearly not groomed for work. Every once in a while I’d look up at the ceiling and blow a gust of wind between my lips to flip my hair up. It passed the time by better than any person would. I was getting tired of that stupid policy where we had to make sure no one was stealing. I mean honestly, who could run away with anything leather?

I know people were giving me looks. I didn’t look like I belonged in the work place, behind the desk, the one manning the cash register. I had on the somewhat classy shirt we had to wear. It was a white type blouse, but I adorned it with a black tie tied loosely around my neck. I wore baggy black pants (sadly, I wasn’t allowed to wear my favorite pair of pants), and my converse shoes. My boss had given up nearly a year ago on making me wear the proper dress code. He was afraid to fire me, too. He knew I did a good job of keeping people from stealing, and he knew I’d kick his ass if he said otherwise. Men need to be owned… simple as that.

Finally, though, it was break time for me, and I headed out the door without hesitation. I didn’t go far, but instead sat down on the side of the fountain. I stared into the distance, paying attention to absolutely nothing. I could still see the leather store from where I was, but for the most part, no one was there. The other cashier stood their uselessly, occasionally greeting people that passed by. I scowled and rested my chin in the palm of my hand. Several people passed by me and said hello, but I didn’t say anything back. I wasn’t quite the talkative type. Though my silence streak was over, I didn’t make up lost time by talking in hurricanes. It still took a lot to get a decent conversation out of me.

Eventually, I stood up again to go back to work, and as I was nearing the store, a young man about my age was heading right toward it as well. I eyed him cautiously, induced an even more malignant scowl, and pushed the sub-cashier out of the way. She muttered under her breath but left for the break room, giving this guy some deliciously whoreish look as she passed by. I sighed heavily and went back to drumming my fingers against the counter. Stupid girls and boys… stupid hormones… stupid life.