Shatter Me (18+ Only)

Chapter 1

Fun Fact...(for those of you who don't know by now, I like weird facts that usually pertain to sex).

Oral Sex Was Illegal in Canada... Until 1969

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    "Hi ma'am, welcome to K-Mart, can I interest you in our very wide selection of Plan B?" I grinned at the teenager, as she gave me a dirty look, pushing past me as she walked into the store.

    "Willow, that's not how we greet customers here. That's rude, and snarky." My, potential, future-boss remarked, his face dim with fatigue as he tried his best to deal with my shitty customer service abilities.

    "Those are my best qualities." I muttered, adjusting the gloves on my hands.

    See, my mother thought that gloves would apprehend my ability to zap people. Aka, kill them. In truth, they did work, but I hated the way people looked at me like I was crazy, when it was 90-degrees outside, and I was wearing  dark leather gloves.

    "Alright, see that father and son? Go greet them with happiness, act like you actually want to work here, please."

    "Alright, alright." I waved him off, watching as a young dad, and his little boy walked in.

    "Hi guys! Welcome to K-Mart! I love my job! Sir, can I interest you in our newly acquired Z-Packs to help you battle Chlamydia?" I smiled fakely.

    The father glanced up at me, "no thank you." He said apprehensively, wrapping his arm protectively around his sons shoulders as they walked away. But I wasn't finished.

    "Oh and sir?" I called out "perhaps your son would enjoy our DIY Kit, on how to make your very own Crack Cocaine!"

    I felt someone's arms grip my shoulder and I turned to see my manager glaring at me with annoyance. He raked a hand through his limited hair and sighed.

"I don't think this is the right job for you."

    I frowned, "that's exactly what they told me when I applied for that job at that elementary school, dammit."

    He smiled at me, "I just think you need to get your attitude in check. If you fix that, then maybe I can offer you a job. But until then..." his voice faded away as he held out his hand.

    I rolled my eyes, ripping off the dark red K-Mart vest, and slung it into his extended hands.

     "Just an FYI, I got period blood all over that. Yeah, gross, amiright? Also, remember when you asked me to clean the windows? I didn't. So suck it." I muttered to him as I skipped out of the store.

    The evening sunlight was blinding as I stepped of the store, the cool fall air whipped into my hair, sweeping my waist length, white strands back. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head, and tucked my sleeves over my gloves.

    I knew I wouldn't get the job. The only reason I was actually looking for a job, is because I finally graduated high school, and needed the funds to get the Hell away from "home."

I felt myself becoming increasingly frustrated as I began my walk home, my hands shook with agitation, and I felt the sparks from my fingertips slowly singe the lining of my gloves. I knew that some places just didn't want to hire me, but I couldn't help but take it personally. All my life I had been treated as an outcast, and sure, if they knew about the abilities I had, then I wouldn't take it to heart. But they didn't, I told no one. So I couldn't help but take it personally.