College Age Ginger Geek

As we were, sitting in a corner watching and listening as the store slowly came to life, my thoughts begin to wander as I daydream of what my life could soon turn out to be. The soft padding of ballerina style slippers breaks me out of my thoughts as they make their way down the aisle, one of her carts wheels squeaking like they always do with her muttering under her breath about school work and the stupid wheel that keeps on breaking her concentration. Her shadow passes by, then stops and slowly backtracks, her eyes filled with sadness and longing. She pokes at boxes, trying to convince herself on if she should spend the little money she has on such entertainment before grasping my box, bringing it up to her face to look me over. "What do you think little one, should I take you home instead of buying eggs for breakfast?" She pushes her glasses up with a finger, the nail crudely polished as if someone with little time and money was trying make time to make herself pretty. The sound of her soft voice and tone filling me with hope, a smile spreading across my lips and nodding up at her since it sounds like she would be one of the few that gentle with us. She grins a smile full of happiness before gently placing me in her basket and continues walking, my window facing down so I can see skinny legs flexing as her slippered feet carry her through the store. A few more items are place in the basket, gently so not to harm my box. As she checks out, my window is facing her so I can see her grimace as the tellar is rough with my box as she scans it and tosses it in a bag.