Turning my head around, just as I start driving off, I take a quick glace back at the salesman and he waves at me, making me give him a blank stare and I turn around and drive off. I get to the end of the carloop and stop at the stop sign and make sure no cars are coming.
This day has just been to much for me, and it's only Twelve-thirty. I mean first of all, I break my alarm clock, and then some freakish salesman keeps appearing infront of my eyes, just randomly, and then my Mom calls and tells me I have to go to this family gathering of there's. What a drag...
I continue driving down the road a little bit and turn up the radio, to blast out my thoughts. I mean, obviously my coffee isn't working for me this morning. So I go to the next best thing; My music.
I guess you can say, I am sorta mentally psychotic. Not like psychotic where I'm going to go and murder everyone. More like, I deal with stress in unhealthy ways or need something to keep me to calm down, like what I call, my happy pills I take every night. No, I don't cut myself or hope for death or me or people, but I get stressed easily and no one ever really knows what I'll do. Which is why I was sentenced to go to a therapist once every week. Also, I tend to get disturbing throughs that might, as you think, freak people's minds.
I start singing the lyrics outloud, to the song playing on my radio, and slightly move my body around, in a small, somewhat dancing movement, until my eyes go wide as I see something I should have expected to see a while ago.
There, at the next red light coming up, I see none other than that one salesman who keeps on popping up everywhere. "Are you f-ing serious?" I sigh and stop my car at the red light. I would so drive through the light, if there wasn't a cop right next to the salesman.
He quickly notices me and walks up to my car and waves through the other side of my cars front window. Rolling my eyes, I roll that window down and sigh heavingly.
"What....could you possibly want?" I ask him. You can completely tell I am surpressing in anger. The way I said it and the way I am holding in deep breaths, it's quite obvious.
"Wow, what a suprise seeing you here." He says with a wide grin, still holding that breifcase.
How the heck did he get from the carport to here faster than me? And how did he know I was coming here? What is this guy?
"I told you once, and I'll say it again. I am not, I repeat, am not buying that stupid briefcase from you! And that's that! So will you please, just stop following me before I end up bashing my fist through the thick skull in your head!"
"I'm not asking you to buy the briefcase this time." He starts saying. "I need a ride to the park that's just down the road from here."
'Park? Down the road. Oh my God, he means the same one I am going to!'
"I look over at the light and it's still red, which makes me irritated. This light is usually fast. but of course, since I actually want it to be fast, it won't. "You're going to that park, too?!" I gasp outloud and bang my head against my steering wheel.
"Oh good. Since you're going there, mind taking me to? I'm meeting someone there and no one else will give me a ride. Funny seeing you here."
"Yeah, funny." I mumble and lift my head up. "You know what? Just get in the damn car. But try anything stupid, and I'll cut your throat."
He smirk slightly and opens the car door and sits down next to me. "You really are a violent one, you know that, right? I mean most girls around here aren't like the way you are. Most girls don't bite heads off the first second they see someone."
The red light finally turns to a green one, and I pull off the breaks and start moving again. "So I'm a little different. I just don't like being pushed over a lot." I say to him, keeping my eyes on the road and both hands. Last time I drove with just one hand on the steering wheel, I was turning and I kept Turing when I was suppost to go straight and rammed right into a tree. It didn't turn out so well for me.
"Yes, but most women are usually a little bit n-"
"Just drop it, OK?" I cut him off before he could finish comparing me to other women. I hate when people do that. I mean, I don't fit in with any types of groups at all. As much as I hate stereotyping, it's basically true. Even with my job, you'd think I'd fit in with them, but it's my attitude that puts me out of place there. Because I am somewhat of a psycho. But in a different way.
"Comparing me to other people is a hard topic for me to talk about. Because I know I'm different and I know I don't fit in with anyone around here. Which is why I can never get dates, or meet new friends because I end up either pissing them off or freaking them out. It's a long story, so pick a new topic before I throw you out of my car." I snap at him and he quickly gets the hint. I hate snapping at people, but I seem to do it all the time. It's hard to actually get me in a good mood. Which is why I never get dates. So I can't really take my friend Sam's, advise.
"Ok, ok. Touchy touchy." He says backing off. "Anyway, why do you have to go to the park?"
I take a deep breath and breath in and out slowly, calming myself down. I know I may seem pretty creepy, but it's my way of holding things in. I get extremely mad when people talk about things I don't want to hear. I know it sounds stupid, but it's how I am.
"My family is making me go for some stupid get-together sorta' thing. Basically I sit there while they talk about work and something they think is funny but isn't and...well whatever rich snobs like to talk about." I nod my head, still keeping contact on the road, but from the corner of my eyes I can see him looking at me. That's another thing I hate. I get very paranoid when I see people staring at me. I can't stand it. It drives me to my knees. But I'm going to let this one slide so he doesn't think I am totally bizzerk.
"Oh, sounds like fun." He laughs a little bit. You can tell he was completly being sarcastic about that. "So, you don't like rich people?" He asks me.
"Some. Because most of them are like 'Wow, what-ever shall I do with all this money?' And they act like total snobs and think they own the world and shit. But there are others who are actually, somewhat decent with it." I reply to his question and he nods.
"You basically have a strong opinion on things and nothing will change your mind?"
"Exactly." I say, nodding. "But why are you going to the park?" I stop at another stop light, but push down on my horn as some old lady cuts me off. She even has the nerve to flick me off as she's cutting me off. What the hell?
"Meeting someone famous." he says and holds onto his briefcase that is sitting on his lap.
I turn into the park area, and stat driving slow, watching out for kids and looking for a place to park where it won't get damaged from all the kids and people running around. "Someone famous?" I ask. "Who?"
"Well, he's rich so you may not like him." He laughs a little and it makes me give a cold stare. =.=;
"Ok, now you're mocking me." I roll my eyes and find a parking spot. "All right. I don't ever want to see you again! You keep popping up everywhere, and it's creeping me out." I say to him as I stop the car and look over at him.
He looks around outside of my car and opens the door, getting out. I do the same thing and pull my keys out, and lock the doors. "I can't see him. Mind if I go over with you to your family till he comes?" The salesman asks me and I narrow my eyes at him.
"Dear God, no. Just wait for him or something. You don't need to meet my family." I say to him with my eyes slightly twitching. I'm really that freaked by my own family.
"Come on, they can't be that bad." He laughs and olds his briefcase with two hands. "But look at those weirdo's over there." He says pointing to a family with there very own glass table in the middle of the grass, and a home brought grill that looks more than what I get paid a year, and some antique couches over some sheets. "Now that's an odd family." he laughs and shakes his head.
"Haha yeah, what an odd family.." I murmur and slowly turn my head towards him. He quickly gets the hint and mumbles, "That's your family, isn't it?"
I don't even reply and start walking off towards them, with this freakishly weird salesman following me. I can't believe I actually helped out a damn salesman.
"Darling, hi! You made it!" The voice of my mom's runs through my ears as I notice her running over here and she gives me a big hug. "I didn't think you'd come."
"Well, Mom, you really didn't give me much of a choice." I say, with the fakest smile anyone could possibly imagine.
"Oh you." She smiles and softly hits my shoulder.
"Oh, Charlotte, this must be Alice. Hi Alice, I'm Aunt Renee." This lady with a fur coat on and diamond earrings and a diamond neclase says, and extends her hand out.
"Actually, it's Erin." I say, shaking her hand. How horrible it it that my own family doesn't even know my own name. And they act like I've never met them before. It's pretty pathetic.
"Erin? Charlotte, why on earth would you name this child a mens name?" Aunt Renee asks looking at my mother, shamefully. She asks my Mom this question every damn time I meet her.
"Renee. For the millionth time, she changed her name. She didn't like the name Camillion."
"Oh. Right." My aunt says, looking at me as if I committed a horrible sin. "Oh geez...Erin, what on earth are you wearing. It's like something you'd see little tiny skanks wear." She laughs at her own joke and walks over, pulling my shirt down. "No one needs to see your fat. It's not something to be proud of, you know. You really need to cut back and dump the lumps." She shakes her head and walks off back to her seat.
At that moment, it's like time froze for me. I don't get angry, or annoyed; I get depressed. But like usual, I hold it in and just nod and smile. "Yeah, I'll work on that." I say.
"Good. Men want women with the hour glass figure, hun. Not women with the pear figure." She nods and goes back to reading her book.
Everyone else sitting by her nods there heads and I just fold my arms over my body, even though that's not really doing much.
"Oh, Alice, who's that boy behind you?" My other aunt, sitting next to Aunt Renee, asks.
I want Criss Angel! Not this weird Salesman Criss is disquised as! D:
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Rolling my eyes and growling slightly, I say in a low, but cool tone, "My name is Erin...and this is...uhm." I start saying, but stop. Now that I realize it, I never really asked what his name was. I turn around and point at him. "Eh, tell them who you are."
He nods his head slowly and walks up to them. From the way he presence himself, it's like something's diffrent about him. Earlier he was all perky and annoying, but now it's like...he's dull. Eh, whatever.
"Actually." He smiles and throws his breifcase in our little campfire thing, compeltly changing a tone in his attitude. "What the heck?" I mumble.
"I'm not who anyone of you thinks i am."
"Are you Alice's boyfriend?" My aunt Patunia comes up and asks him. Everyone gets on the edge of there seats, anxious to hear.
"'bout time she has one to. Geez, Alice." Ant Renee Says, but looks at him weird. She meant what she said, but she probably was expecting a more suitable man.
"Well, I guess you could say me and Erin have something going on." He laughs a little bit and my mom squeals.
"We what?!" I gasp and turn around and slap him across the face, leaving a huge handprint, and the impact makes he stumble back a little bit.
"Erin!" My mother shouts out as she runs over to the salesman. "No wonder you don't get boyfriends." My Mom snaps at me. I was going to say something, but I hold back before we start this huge argument thing.
"Don't worry, it's OK." The salesman said and smiles. "I deserved that. But now I should be honest. I'm not really a salesman."
"You're not?" I murmur and narrow my eyes.
He starts pulling off a wig and a bunch of people with camera's and rags run over and start wiping off his face and shooting us with the camera.
"AH!" My family screams and scurries to there purses. "We don't look good!"
Once the people back away, the once known Salesman is now a whole different person.
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