Still the Immortal Effect
“I think you’re just tired. That’s why you are seeing things…Shaylee? Are you Ok?”
The jewelry I was stocking fell and clashed on the white tile. The mallrats (people or things that live their life at the mall) snickered and whispered behind me as they pranced out of store.
“Hmmm…maybe you should go home” my co-worker said smacking her gum with the word home.
Apparently, I had been standing upright for too long, because my body was going to lie down whether I liked it or not. Everything went dark; maybe I’m pushing myself too hard.
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