Personal Narrative: My Spread

This was probably the most difficult decision of my life: what bread to choose. Both under a dollar, which is all I had in my pocket at the moment, perks of being a poor college student. I held both breads in my hands for a second longer, throwing my head back and groaning slightly at not being able to get both. I finally picked the wheat, it only being $0.88 while the white being $0.94. I shuffled back to the counter, aggravated at myself for not finding a stable job yet so I can buy the things I want like $0.94 bread. I placed the bread on the counter, not being able to look at the cashier knowing he had seen my little tantrum not even a minute ago. I shoved my hands in the pockets of my black hoodie. “That’ll be $0.88.” The bored lady said behind the counter, chewing her gum annoyingly loud, making me cringe. I fished in my pocket and found the dollar, all crumpled and ripped, making me sigh loudly. I shoved it over, getting a bag with bread in return. …show more content…
I put up my hood and exited the small shop. Home was the only thing on my mind. Now all that was left is the five block walk until I reach my apartment and crawl under the covers, hiding from the world. I paid no attention to the buildings I passed, I really didn't care; they were all part of the same dreary background I passed every week. I turned down an alleyway. It was faster way to go home. I just looked ahead. My bed was calling my name, I could hear it from here. I passed some sketchy people but it didn’t phase me. They were always