Anything but Ordinary


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I run down the stairs and find my mom in the living room.
"What is it mom?"
"I need you to do something for me."
"What is it?"
"Go to the grocery store for me. I need a few things."
She goes to the bar in the kitchen, grabs a piece of paper, and hands it to me.
"Here's the list."
I look at it, trying to read her messy cursive handwriting.
"Okay. I'll be back soon."
I grab my car keys and wallet and head out the door. I wave to the neighborhood kids outside and get in my truck. I drive down the street and get distracted observing the nature around me. I really wish I would make time for walks outside. Another thing I need to add to my new year resolutions. I turn on my radio and I find myself singing along to 'Don't You Worry Child.' I roll the windows down and enjoy the wind blowing through my car. My long, red hair whips around in my face as I drive. It's a perfect day in Dallas, TX and I'm loving it! I pull into a parking space and dread going into the store. Slowly, I turn off the car, grab my purse, and walk into the store. I hear that checkout beeping everywhere. I don't know how that noise doesn't drive everyone crazy. I get a basket and head off to the fruit, my least favorite part if the store. I feel like I should get what I hate most done and out of the way. After my so "exciting" part of the store, I make my way to the ice cream. I pick out a full tub of cookie dough ice cream. Then another one because I know that just one won't last long enough for me. I get the rest of everything and go to check out.
"How are you today?" the cashier asks.
"Fine, thanks. How are you?"
"Pretty good." he says smiling.
I give a smile back and then swipe my card. I can feel him staring at me.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"Ashley. And you are?"
"Chase. What do you think about getting lunch with me sometime?" he asks as he shakes my hand.
"Um sure. That would be nice."
He gives me his number and I leave with my groceries. Chase is pretty cute, but I'm not gonna make it that easy to get a date with this. I get home and my mom and I unload the groceries.
"How was it?" my mom asks.
"Successful and interesting. Successful because I got two whole cartons of cookie dough ice cream."
"How many times have I told you not to get so much?"
"Mom, I'm 19. I feel that it's right to let me buy what I want. I used my bank account anyway."
"I have told you this many times because we don't even have enough room in the freezer."
"Then I'll make room."
I go to the freezer and take out all of the food we have forgotten about and check the dates. Most of it is expired. I throw away the expired foods and the ice cream fits perfectly in the freezer.
"There. Problem solved." I say satisfied with myself.
My mom rolls her eyes not wanting to accept that she was wrong. She is such a diva. I go back upstairs and get on my laptop. I have decided that this is the right time to search for an apartment. I can't live here in this controlled enviroment. I need to make my own decisions and make mistakes on my own. It's time to become an adult.
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