Fighting for you
Alexia
Elizabeth comes from out of the closet, carrying what seemed like a mountain of boxes. The store now squeaky clean becuase of Madame's intense yelling, got us to mop the floor. You would think for a band merchandise place she would be chill and done to earth. A big fat HELL no, she either
A) yells to much
B) complains about our clothing and or hair
C) tires to make every single person that walks into the store repent on being Satanist. Bring church into the work place.
Well one thing she doesn't complain about, is money. Told to Elizabeth and I daily, if wasn't for the money. This store would have been closed down forever ago. It's the only bands merchandise place for miles, so there is always a flow of cash. The goth' s, the punk' s, emo and scene kids, show up from all around to get some sort of clothing article. Even the adorable "preppy" kid shows up. Wondering how it seem to stumble upon this barren waste land of black and red stain store. They probe at the shirts, making werid faces as other "regular" kids past by. Their arms handling all the bags full of shirts and pants. These kids question, why do they dress like this. Then Elizabeth and I scoop in, ask them if they need any help. Recommend a band or singer. Most get hook, come back to get a shirt later on. Madame can't afford to lose us.
"Alexis" I hear someone yell out my name, the music almost blared out it. I turn to find Elizabeth trying to struggle between talking on the phone and holding boxes. " alright I got them"
She continues to talk to the person on the other line. While a couple with matching nose rings stand at the counter. "Did you find everything you needed"
i asked, scanning the earrings and shirt. The shirt look familiar "aww nice choice... saw them live" I smiled as I put it all into a bag "have a nice day" they leave. Elizabeth get off the phone, and hands me a box.
"this is the new shipment of Doctor who stuff" she giggles "guess where my paycheck is going" If only I could be as innocence as her.
The smell of cigarettes and liquor wafted into the store. Elizabeth's eyes glistening whispered "guess who it is" I didn't even looked up, folding the clothes trying to keep my pace. Fold it in half, sleeves back, set down, pick New shirt up, repeat, till all is done.
A pair of hands landed on my shoulders "well, well" Mike picked up one of my shirts "look who is here, my two favorite girls" My head screams *can't you see I just folded that, and you go and mess it up*
"Hey Mike" Elizabeth looked behinds him, and there of corse was Jamie "Jamie!" She squealed, Landing into his arms. She then takes Jamie on the rampage of showing him what had just came in.
Mike just looked down on to me. "You could say hi"
" why, hello Mike" I say, not even messing up my pace, can't he fucking see that I'm working. I'm not like Elizabeth, willing to drop everything for some boy. I looked up trying to find Elizabeth, only to be cut off by Mike. "I know you like parties, how about we go to one" He shuffles though a box full CD' S
"hmm I don't know" still folding "first I need to see with Elizabeth, then have to see with my mom"
"Come on Elizabeth doesn't have to come, and it's Friday night" He is looking at me now "You mom really has to give you permission?"
"yes and yes" Elizabeth skips back over, her hands in her pockets. Her cheeks red as scarlet. "Jamie said something about a party" she grins "i rather read, but it sounds like fun"
"no, Elizabeth." I pick up the shirts and walk over to the wall, the three of them following me.
"but why?" Both Jamie and Mike ask
"yea, why?" Elizabeth looks hurt
she knows right well why we can't go to that party
