Ghosts {Lynn Gunn}

New Perspective

I decided to start something new while thinking of ideas for Polarize (my other story), so I hope this doesn't turn out too bad. It'd be great if you voted/commented and let me know what you think of this - all that stufffff

I woke up in a dark room, but was able to see a bit of light peeking through my curtains. I dreamt about something, but the thing is, I couldn't remember what. I rolled over on to my side and pulled the snow white sheets closer to my body. I didn't have to wake up yet. I could feel the warmth as the comforter pressed against me and I let out a sigh. I wasn't too tired, but I felt like resting in bed. When my alarm went off, I groaned and turned it off, moving my duvet off of me. 

I got up and stretched, feeling my bare feet against the soft tan carpet beneath me. I loved that feeling. I yawned and opened my curtains, which made the room a bit brighter once again. I squinted, adjusting to the change. I had to be at work at 8. I was never really sure why we opened so early anyway. Not many came into the music store. But it was a nice place to be.

I opened my wooden drawers that were across from my bed and picked out black jeans and a long-sleeve grey shirt. It was around October, so it was starting to get colder and more overcast. I slipped on some converse and brushed my long dark brown hair. I had dyed the bottom layer blue a couple days ago. I let my hair hang freely and brushed my teeth. I was too lazy to do eyeliner so I applied some mascara and decided it was good enough. I ate a piece of toast slowly and checked the time. 7:36. I grabbed my old checkered bag and stuffed in my phone, some earbuds, a couple dollars, my house keys, and an extra sweater. I opened my front door and stepped outside, locking it behind me. I started my walk toward work. I didn't feel like driving, plus it was close enough to walk anyway. 

I felt the cool air brush against my pale cheeks and whip my hair around my face, partially blocking my view of the sidewalk in front of me. I loved this type of weather, which was also part of why I decided to walk. There weren't really many people who worked at the shop, which I was thankful for. There was maybe two other people. It was my shift, and I was going to be the only one there, since we didn't really get any business. When I got to the shop, I opened the glass door and the tiny bell rang. The checkout counter was cluttered with boxes of all kinds, and papers - most likely flyers that I forgot to put up. I set my bag behind the register and checked the back to see if there were any new arrivals that I need to sort and put away.

I saw a couple of boxes in the storage room and brought them out. There were six boxes in total. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the register area and cut the tape on the boxes. Some albums that arrived were Blurryface, Sempiternal, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, Future Hearts, Dear G-d, and If. A few vinyls came too, but I had decided to put those away later. 

I began sorting them and putting them on shelves in the correct order. It was around 10 A.M. when I heard the bell sound from the front of the store. I lifted my head up from my work, surprised. I walked to the front of the store and saw a girl with long brown hair, the left side of it shaved. She was wearing a black short sleeve button down, black jeans, and lace up boots. She was really pretty. "Can I help you?" I asked. She turned her attention towards me. "Oh uh, yeah. It's my first day here," she said awkwardly. "Oh, okay. I'm sorry, I didn't know we hired someone. Must have been someone else that did it then," I said out loud, mostly to myself.

"I'm Lynn, by the way," she told me, shaking my hand. "I'm Ava," I replied. "Nice. Cool hair by the way," she replied. "Oh, Thanks. I like yours too," I told her. She smiled at me and I began to show her around the store, explaining how everything worked. "So basically we sort by artist and music genre. It's pretty much in alphabetical order, but every so often some CDs or vinyls get misplaced. We have like six boxes in the back," I told Lynn, who seemed eager to start. "Okay."