Living On The Edge *On Hold*

Chapter 1

"Morning, Mrs.Sanchez." I sighed as I walked into the mini-market I worked at.

"Hello, dear Lacy." Said the sixty year old woman, who owned the store.

"Oh dear, before I forget, on Friday you have to stay late and close up the store because I have to go to the doctors. Can you do that for me?" Mrs. Sanchez was putting the rest of the small items on the shelf.

I was going to open the cash register, but I paused when she spoke.

"Closing the store?" I wanted to make sure I heard right.

"Yes, Lacy. Please, can you do that for me?"

"Um, I don-" I was going to reject, but her pleading eyes tug at my heart.

"I guess." I sighed and went back to cash register.

"Thank you. I'll tell you what to do and how to do it, later." She went in the storage room, leaving the front of the store to myself.

There is a reason why I almost rejected closing up the store. I have a mental schedule, I leave my apartment at seven a.m and go straight to work, then leave work at eight p.m to go straight back home. I don't eat much, so I get my food from here or if Mrs.Sanchez is shopping, she will ask if I need anything. I've gotten so used to this schedule, that I get scared and nervous if I have to do anything out of those nine hours. Mrs.Sanchez usually doesn't leave until an hour after I leave because she is shutting down the store. So that's going to be a problem for me.

"Excuse me?!" Someone raised their voice at me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at the person in front of me. Realizing what is happening, I instantly apologized.

"I am so sorry, ma'am. Did you find everything you needed?" I asked as I rang up their stuff and put it in a bag.

"That will be five, nineteen." I told her the cost of everything.

"Yes, but you shouldn't be day dreaming during your job." The woman, who looked no more than thirty, rolled her eyes and paid.

"I'm very sorry for that ma'am. It won't happen again." I unlocked the cashier and put the money into it.

The woman grabbed her bag and walked out without saying a word.

Once she left, I sighed. I don't understand how people can be so rude and ignorant. I understand that I was in the wrong, but you don't have to be so rude about it.

I am currently in my apartment, watching the television and eating Ramen Noodles. America's Got Talent was on, but I tuned out most of the time. Sometime tomorrow I have to tell Mrs.Sanchez that I can't do it. I won't lock up the store, I can't have fear run through my veins because of a store. I'll just call her right now. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. I don't have contacts on my phone because I only talk to two people. The only people I talk to are Mrs.Sanchez and my mom, and I remember the both of their numbers.

After four rings, she answered.

"Hello?" Her voice sounds groggy, I must have woke her up.

"Um, hey Mrs.Sanchez. I'm sorry if I woke you up, but I need to talk to you."

She hummed, signaling to go further.

"I can't," I started.

Should I really cancel? Like yes, I know about my fear, but I just can't do that to poor ole Mrs.Sanchez. Plus, it will give me a chance to conquer the fear.

"wait to Friday. I called because I wanted to make sure I have everything down packed." I finished with a nerves smile.

I hope I didn't just set myself up for something I will soon regret.

Here's the deal, I'm having a hard time writing. So if this doesn't go well, I will delete it.

Love,

Asia