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Lizzie was a quiet sort of a girl. At just 22, she had few friends and had never had a boyfriend. She loved animals, reading and going out for long walks with her parents. She didn't like surprises and liked things to be planned and organised so as to avoid the surprises.
She was an attractive young girl. Not in that, "piles of makeup, hardly any clothing, I love myself", kind of way. She was that natural cute, girl next door type. She generally wore jeans, hoodies and pumps. Yep, she was a regular kinda girl.
She was busy one morning, putting on the barest of makeup, looking in the mirror. In her uniform, with her hair back in a ponytail, she looked even younger. She was just finishing adding a touch of lip balm, when she was suddenly overcome with a wave of melancholy. She stared at herself for the longest time. The she imagined something jumping through the mirror and grabbing hold of her by the shoulders.
"What is wrong with you?" The stranger would say. "You wanna go your whole life living in this crazy cuckoon of dull routine?" The stranger would chastise her. "For heaven's sake girl, what a waste of a life to be always afraid."
"Buzz." Went her phone, pulling her back to reality like a slap in the face. The cold sting of the stranger's words hurt. But they had always hurt.
On her way to work, she tried to shake the feeling. The feeling that something was breaking inside her. She turned up the radio, trying to shake the thought that it was coming. But what was "it?".
Her morning at work in the little retail store, was the same as every other day. Pull the stock prints off the printer, get the stock from the stockroom. Take the stock out front and replenish. Live, die, repeat.
The first real test of her otherwise, unflappable personality, was the old boy picking up his daily newspaper. As he rolled the paper and walked past her, he swatted her on the thigh, a whisker away from her bottom. She turned to see the man smile and wink as he walked out of the shop. Lizzie felt herself flush. "What the hell?" she thought to herself. "Who does that!"
Across the counter she could see Josh looking at her smirking. Embarrassment flooded her and she tucked her head down to the floor and turned for the back of the shop. The safety of the stockroom was only 20ft away. There she could scream with embarrassment, or was it anger, or both. "Oh fuck it!" she blurted out. She stopped suddenly and looked up. Two of her colleagues were staring at her with what looked like disbelief. Had she just said that out loud? she wondered. Oh gods, she had. Pushing through the door, she stalked along the corridor into the cold, dimly lit storeroom.
"I swear. You are the most delicate little person on the planet." a voice came from behind her.
She jumped as the voice startled her. She turned to see Josh, unaware that he'd followed her from the shopfloor. "What?" she said quietly.
"You are way too timid for your own good. How can you be so shy and scared of everything? Why?" He asked.
She could feel the outside of her cheeks getting warmer as the temperature in the small stockroom seemed to rise. "I........I'm......I'm not timid." she blurted as if to prove Josh's point.
"Was that supposed to convince me?" Josh asked.
She wanted him to leave her alone. She didn't want to talk. She just wanted to be left alone. She felt something bubbling inside her, unsure of what it was. "I've got work to do." She said flatly and turned back to the stock on the racks.
"I've got work to do." Josh said in a baby voice. "You need to get laid." He said in an almost inaudible voice.
But she heard it. She didn't react, but something broke inside her. The assumption that she was timid and shy! The fucking cheek he had to speak to her like that and then that last comment. That hurt the most. "I am not timid and shy and I do not need sex to be happy!" she said under her breath. But she already knew it was a lie before she finished the thought. She was shy. Not on purpose. She'd just always been like it. Whenever she had tried to make friends, talk to new people, it just felt awkward and she sounded stupid. So she just didn't do it and everything stayed ok. Well not ok, maybe normal or safe?
"Yo dude," she heard Josh's voice over by the door of the stockroom. "You coming tonight?" He was asking someone.
"Yea yea, what time are you starting?" The reply came. It was Max, one of the other lads who worked part-time in the shop.
"If you get to mine about 8ish, that'll be cool. You bringing any chicks." Josh said laughing.
"You mean you're not supplying the girls?", Max said in mock indignation.
Lizzie had now moved to poke her head around the end of the rack she was hiding behind. As she did so, he spotted her.
"You coming to Josh's party tonight?" He said, looking directly at her.
Her face suddenly seared with heat as her cheeks flushed and she felt like she would vomit, or faint, or both.
"What! Little miss wallflower there!" Josh laughed. "I'm pretty sure she's never been to a party in her........"
"Yes!" She said. Oh god what was she doing. She didn't do parties, Josh was right. She looked up to see Josh looking stunned and opened mouthed. Max on the other hand was smiling a strange smile.
"If that's ok?" Lizzie said, looking at Josh.
Still open mouthed and somewhat stunned, shaking his head in disbelief, he said, "Yea, that's cool with me. You got a party outfit and it's bring a bottle?"
Panic set in. She didn't really do alcohol, just the occasional wine and she was pretty sure her party outfit would resemble something from a skate part. But she'd done it. She'd asked and she was going to a party. And in another sudden wave of panic, she scurried past the boys to throw up in the ladies loo.
(part two below)
She was an attractive young girl. Not in that, "piles of makeup, hardly any clothing, I love myself", kind of way. She was that natural cute, girl next door type. She generally wore jeans, hoodies and pumps. Yep, she was a regular kinda girl.
She was busy one morning, putting on the barest of makeup, looking in the mirror. In her uniform, with her hair back in a ponytail, she looked even younger. She was just finishing adding a touch of lip balm, when she was suddenly overcome with a wave of melancholy. She stared at herself for the longest time. The she imagined something jumping through the mirror and grabbing hold of her by the shoulders.
"What is wrong with you?" The stranger would say. "You wanna go your whole life living in this crazy cuckoon of dull routine?" The stranger would chastise her. "For heaven's sake girl, what a waste of a life to be always afraid."
"Buzz." Went her phone, pulling her back to reality like a slap in the face. The cold sting of the stranger's words hurt. But they had always hurt.
On her way to work, she tried to shake the feeling. The feeling that something was breaking inside her. She turned up the radio, trying to shake the thought that it was coming. But what was "it?".
Her morning at work in the little retail store, was the same as every other day. Pull the stock prints off the printer, get the stock from the stockroom. Take the stock out front and replenish. Live, die, repeat.
The first real test of her otherwise, unflappable personality, was the old boy picking up his daily newspaper. As he rolled the paper and walked past her, he swatted her on the thigh, a whisker away from her bottom. She turned to see the man smile and wink as he walked out of the shop. Lizzie felt herself flush. "What the hell?" she thought to herself. "Who does that!"
Across the counter she could see Josh looking at her smirking. Embarrassment flooded her and she tucked her head down to the floor and turned for the back of the shop. The safety of the stockroom was only 20ft away. There she could scream with embarrassment, or was it anger, or both. "Oh fuck it!" she blurted out. She stopped suddenly and looked up. Two of her colleagues were staring at her with what looked like disbelief. Had she just said that out loud? she wondered. Oh gods, she had. Pushing through the door, she stalked along the corridor into the cold, dimly lit storeroom.
"I swear. You are the most delicate little person on the planet." a voice came from behind her.
She jumped as the voice startled her. She turned to see Josh, unaware that he'd followed her from the shopfloor. "What?" she said quietly.
"You are way too timid for your own good. How can you be so shy and scared of everything? Why?" He asked.
She could feel the outside of her cheeks getting warmer as the temperature in the small stockroom seemed to rise. "I........I'm......I'm not timid." she blurted as if to prove Josh's point.
"Was that supposed to convince me?" Josh asked.
She wanted him to leave her alone. She didn't want to talk. She just wanted to be left alone. She felt something bubbling inside her, unsure of what it was. "I've got work to do." She said flatly and turned back to the stock on the racks.
"I've got work to do." Josh said in a baby voice. "You need to get laid." He said in an almost inaudible voice.
But she heard it. She didn't react, but something broke inside her. The assumption that she was timid and shy! The fucking cheek he had to speak to her like that and then that last comment. That hurt the most. "I am not timid and shy and I do not need sex to be happy!" she said under her breath. But she already knew it was a lie before she finished the thought. She was shy. Not on purpose. She'd just always been like it. Whenever she had tried to make friends, talk to new people, it just felt awkward and she sounded stupid. So she just didn't do it and everything stayed ok. Well not ok, maybe normal or safe?
"Yo dude," she heard Josh's voice over by the door of the stockroom. "You coming tonight?" He was asking someone.
"Yea yea, what time are you starting?" The reply came. It was Max, one of the other lads who worked part-time in the shop.
"If you get to mine about 8ish, that'll be cool. You bringing any chicks." Josh said laughing.
"You mean you're not supplying the girls?", Max said in mock indignation.
Lizzie had now moved to poke her head around the end of the rack she was hiding behind. As she did so, he spotted her.
"You coming to Josh's party tonight?" He said, looking directly at her.
Her face suddenly seared with heat as her cheeks flushed and she felt like she would vomit, or faint, or both.
"What! Little miss wallflower there!" Josh laughed. "I'm pretty sure she's never been to a party in her........"
"Yes!" She said. Oh god what was she doing. She didn't do parties, Josh was right. She looked up to see Josh looking stunned and opened mouthed. Max on the other hand was smiling a strange smile.
"If that's ok?" Lizzie said, looking at Josh.
Still open mouthed and somewhat stunned, shaking his head in disbelief, he said, "Yea, that's cool with me. You got a party outfit and it's bring a bottle?"
Panic set in. She didn't really do alcohol, just the occasional wine and she was pretty sure her party outfit would resemble something from a skate part. But she'd done it. She'd asked and she was going to a party. And in another sudden wave of panic, she scurried past the boys to throw up in the ladies loo.
(part two below)