eh, its crap.

I would like to say first off, that this is just a rough draft, the idea just popped in my head, so this will sound a tad mangled, I just need to get it down before I forget it. In honesty I probably won't do anything with it, it actually bores me.
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She stepped into the store shaking off her coat, water poured off onto the newly washed floor. She knew it was newly washed because a young girl with a mop glared at her as her muddy boots squeaked annoyingly on the tiled floor. The women in the coat just smiled at her smuggly and trompped off.
She ignored the looks as she passed, she knew she must of look monsterous, hair flying in every which way direction, her makeupless face glouring, red from the cold outside, but she didn't care. Today she wasn't in a mood to please people...not that she ever was.
"Vivian?"
The girl in the coat turned, her stomach sinking as she saw a over weight, ruddy faced, falsly dyed maroon hair women come bouncing up to her.
"Mrs. Sheets...hi." She said relunctantly. The women looked her over worriedly.
"My dear you look simply horrible!" She spluttered.
"Thanks" said Vivian. She turned her attention to the frozen food isle she just realized she was standing in. She was hoping that Mrs. Sheets would catch the "go the fuck away" vibe streaming from her. But alas, nothing today had gone as she had hopped.
"I'm sorry to hear about your daughter..." She said trailing off quietly. Vivian froze and glanced sideways at Mrs. Sheets, her face was timid, nosey...Vivian wanted to hit her.
Vivian nodded, then flung open one of the doors snatching something that seemed edible.
"Will you hold a funeral?" Mrs. Sheets asked. Vivian felt anger ball of anger build up in her chest. She turned to face Mrs. Sheets.
"I already did. She was burried yesterday in Oak Hill cemetary."
Mrs. Sheets looked taken aback. Vivian hopped she would be at a loss for words, but no.
"You didn't hold a wake? Nothing?" She asked.
"No...Mrs. Sheets, I don't feel like talking about this right now, so if you please, I just want to go home." She said. Mrs. Sheets nodded relunctantly, and stepped out of Vivians ways.
Vivian walked as fast as she could up to the only lane open, the line was long and she fidgeted nerveously with the icey package in her hands. People kept looking at her, she knew most of them knew. She glanced to her side to see Mrs. Sheets and a group of other moms talking, looking in her direction. She clenched her empty fist angrily.
The line crawled agonizingly slow, but eventually she threw the frozen meal at the casshier who looks up like a dear in head lights.
In this small piece of shit town, she knew everyone knew, a child that young dies, rumors fly like vulchers around a rotting corpse. She glared back at the cashier, something inside of her dareing her to say something, anything. But she didn't.
She scanned it, Vivian payed for it, and rushed from the store.
The rain had slowed, just a drizzle making it look almost foggy out. The wind was turning cold, it was the beginning of November.
Vivian tugged her coat around her walking towards her truck, she was annoyed to find a man leaning against it. He looked up as she neared.
She stopped a few feet away wondering what he was doing, he just smiled, Vivian opened her mouth to say something, but he just smiled and walked off. Vivian stood for a minute, shook her head, and then hoped in her truck heading back to her house as fast as possible.


( will pick this up later, someone said something to smash my mood, and I know this sucks, might not pick it back up, idk )