Personal Narrative: I Hate People In Store

I hate going to stores. There 's too many people in stores. Which isn 't very comforting for me. I have this curse where I can hear what people are thinking of me. Only me. My mom calls it a "gift", but I don 't see it. Having to hear people call you a "slut" or a "loner" never really helps your self esteem. I try to blend in by dressing like all the girls in their slutty-ass outfits, but instead it just made guys notice me. And it didn 't help at all. I feel like no girl wants to be considered "fuckable" or "a full out ten". Which is why I wore a lot of oversized hoodies. Like today. It was a Navy blue hoodie with black sweatpants.
Since I hated people I live on my family 's farm. But sometimes you needed things you couldn 't get from my farm. Like toothpaste and a new …show more content…
Yeah, my mom, since I didn 't have any friends, (mostly because I pushed them away) this was the only company I ever got at the stores and malls. We had bought a few things while I tried to push away all the thoughts of others. God what a whore. Look at all that makeup. I had heard one girl say. Whore was probably the worst word that I heard about myself. I mean I was just trying to fit in. A close second was freak.
Finally I needed to get away from all the girl 's and pig 's thoughts, I told my mom that I had to use the bathroom. Honestly, I preferred the bathroom, it was the only place where the worst thing you heard was 'what 's taking so long? ' Because they can 't look at me. It was the only break I had. Just as I saw the bathrooms I saw a guy staring straight at me. God he was hot. With all the right things in all the right places. His skin was an olive color and his hair black. His eyes were a dark brown and his lips… oh his lips were just perfect. He was built. I mean you could see his abs through his blue, V-neck shirt. But he looked too cocky like he knew how good he looked. I almost had to roll my