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You wake up kinda late today. Luckily you didn't have any classes and you have tendencies of being a hermit. The rooms a mess, your blankets are strolled across the floor, you honestly are not suprised about how you managed to get one of your bras stuck to your tsundere plant. You decide that cleaning up is the least of your worries right now and you hesitantly leave your room closing the door as if the mess never existed. You make your way into the kitchen hoping the fridge wouldn't disappoint you again even though you know it's not gonna get any better until you fill it with food.
You've just been too busy with your classes and work to actually take the time to do anything. You were just getting the hang of this living on your own thing. Your mother constantly checked up on you to see how you "making it". She constantly reminded you to TURN OFF THE STOVE after you used it. To think she would have a little more faith in you. You barely used the poor stove since you were surviving off of hot pockets and instant dinners(you refused to buy Ramen noodles and reduse yourself to poor people sterotypes). You manage to find the wheat bagels you've shied away from since opening them. Popping it in the toaster you grab your sketch pad and stare blankly at it.
Your character design class had asked for an original idea, character and message. Original projects intimidated you a bit. You weren't really quite used to drawing anything other than fan art. You're pulled out of your thoughts when that damned toaster pops up. It never failed to scared to shit out of you when you used it. It pissed you off but when you realized the the machine was giving you "breakfast" you let slide. You chewed reluctantly on the bagel until you had enough.
You will not be forced to make do with evil that is known as a whole bagel. Your going to the supermarket.
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You notice it's snowing ever so slightly as you drive. A monster child and a human child are running about chasing the flakes. You smile and safely let them pass. It warms your heart to see the two species getting along like it's the most normal thing in the world, and it is. When the monsters had sprung up from mt.ebott, you hadn't had one resentful fiber in your body for them. It actually excited you, the chance to met some of them.
Your modeling class had actually started using monster subjects for you to practice on. You were amazed by thier body stuctures and the difference between them and humans. Humans all had the same basic shape and form, It got boring after while. The monsters however, had many different varieties of beings and there was always something new. You were just too timid to talk to any of the subjects at the end of the sessions, therefore you never got the chance to officially meet one of them. You silently shame yourself for being a hermit again as you park and enter the store.
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You find a shopping cart clumsily pushing the thing to the frozen dinner isle. You grab two boxes of pepperoni hot pockets and various microwave dinners. You're not ashamed of how this choice of consumption is affecting your young adult body. You remember needed more prismo detail markers since your old ones had finally dried up from constant use. After picking some out you're ready to leave, so you push your cart towards checkout. This not checkout, this is the forbidden confection isle you manged to make your way into every damn trip to store.
You figured 'oh what the heck!' Since you knew there were candy and items of the same caliber at the checkout. You felt defeated going to the hard candy section. You cursed mentally, they aways did this. They purposely put the jolly rangers on the top shelf towards the back. You wouldn't be suprised if they put cameras especially in this area to see your struggle. You causally look around making sure you weren't being watched by anyone other than the camera people. You hop up flinging your arm to the top shelf.
The tip of your middle finger had come in contact with the precious package. You try again, and this time you manage to push the box an inch back further. You frown, just as you prepare to jump again, a skeletal hand grasps the box and takes it off the shelf.
"I'm not gonna candy coat it kid but, it's sad watchin you try."