The Solitary Girl

She once told me that you can never change anyone- people only evolve as time progresses and when society sets new standards. She won't admit she's reconsidering this theory of hers now. Trailer Credit: HSxox_ (with a check mark)


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I watched the girl who stood in front of me in line as I waited at the convenient store located right by the gas station. She was intriguing and unlike the girls I've seen before even though that number is small. This girl wore dark colors and reeked of cigarette smoke, which only made sense since she held two lighters and three packs of Marlboro cigarettes in her hands.

I was only staring at her back, but it was like I could see her image in front of me. Her brown hair that is close to black was pulled up neatly. It's warm outside yet she is wearing a black jacket and black skinny jeans that looked old. She wore black converse and the white of the rubber seemed to be the only brightness about her. She was mysterious, and first thoughts are that she's some hardcore punk-rock girl, but that could be a mistake despite the cigarettes giving it away.

"Hey, Emily. Another round, I see." The preppy guy behind the counter greeted her as she stood at the counter and placed her items down.

"Whatever, Dick." She answered irritably. I looked at the guy to see that his name tag read, 'Dickinson'. That's just a coincidence.

"I'm surprised you're breathing properly still and don't have a hole in your neck."

"Go fuck yourself already." She bit back, but the guy didn't take heed to her words as he chuckled.

"Stop being a grouch all the time. You know they say smiling helps you to live longer."

"Why the hell would I want to live longer if I would have to put up with your shit? I'll spare myself from the excruciating pain and grief."

Dickinson laughed at this before giving her the total of her purchase. She pulled out a twenty and a five dollar bill, impatiently waiting to leave as she switched her weight from foot to foot. Sighs escaped her until she took her change and bag that contained her items.

"Have a nice day! See you next week, Emily." Dickinson waved goodbye, but she flipped him off as she walked away. I noticed a tiny, silver studded piercing on her nose that glistened when she left.

"Hello, how are you today?" Dickinson asked. I handed him my packet of gum and smiled.

"I'm doing well, thanks. How about you? That girl seemed..."

"Oh, don't worry about Emily. She's a bitch to everyone." He sounded a bit annoyed and upset. I nodded thinking maybe it was a mistake to mention her to him.

"It doesn't matter, I don't plan on seeing her again or even thinking about talking to her." I replied as I handed him the exact change.

"That's a smart decision. You're new here, aren't you?" Dickinson asked with a grin.

"Uh yeah, I just got here today. I dropped my stuff off at the apartment I'll be living in before I stopped here for a refill and gum."

"Where'd you come from?"

"This small city you wouldn't know of. Heard of Butts?" The guy shook his head and I saw him struggling to hide a smile.

"Nobody has here. That's over in Virginia."

"Wow, you're from the East Coast! You literally traveled across the country."

"Oh no, I'm not from Virginia. Like I said, you wouldn't know it."

"Where are you from, then?"

"I'm from Gaylord, Oregon. Yes, it's a real place and rains too much." He grinned as he handed me my packet of gum after throwing my receipt away.

"Welcome to Arcade, California! I hope you enjoy living here." Dickinson smiled.

"Yeah, I hope so, too. Thanks, Dickinson."

"Call me Dick."

"Nice meeting you, Dick. I'm Niall." I shook hands with the guy even though I felt awkward having to call him by his nickname. He seems nice and so far he's the first person I've met.

"See ya later, Niall." I waved at him before exiting the store.

As soon as I rounded the corner toward my car, I noticed Emily puffing out smoke and inhaling some more as her cigarette rested between her index and middle fingers. I glanced at her as I walked by only to receive a glare from her in return. I didn't bother taking offense to it because its not like I care one way or another about her. She's just another stranger here and I'll never have to see her again, hopefully.

Excitement built up inside of me as I drove away from the convenient store. I'm finally in a new city, new state, and I can't wait to start the next chapter in my life. The only thing holding me back are the boxes at my apartment waiting to be emptied.




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