I jumped from my seat with a horrified face, my whole body shook with the excessive earthquake.

Questionably enough, the others in the store had no reactions. The group of high school boys looked to still be bickering. The almost angry middle-aged man with his silent-screaming child in the chips section, were also unaffected by this phenomena and looked at me as if I had gone crazy.

Pressing both my hands towards the desk, I wondered whether I was the only abnormal here for fear of death or if these people were too relaxed. I tried to release the breath I had held the whole time and as I did, my surroundings seemed to have stopped shaking too.

As I returned to my senses, the angry man had broken through the queue and wanted to pay, saying he didn't have the time to look at the show of a bunch of children. With my hearing back, his super loud child's scream of "chips! chips!" wasn't silent anymore.

With the only reason not to become deaf, I overlooked his rude demanding voice and helped him to pay first.

After the man got out and the screams of his child could no longer be heard, I took off my glasses. Then I looked at the stubborn kids who wanted to continue going on my nerves.

I could tell that even they were annoyed by the child's screams and didn't have any complaints about me helping that rude man first. However, in my eyes, they seemed just as annoying.

Yet, with my new concern about having gone crazy, I had lost all my desire to curse these children out. So, I took the telephone from the desk and said: "If you are not gone this second, I'm calling the polis! and we can discuss your age at the polis office!".

I hoped for them to get lost, so I could close the store and get my ass out of this damned underground. I had just realised that I shouldn't be in here. Honesty, I didn't have the best luck and I had an ominous feeling that I would, in this place, get buried alive.

The last time I had this kind of feeling, within a month my family went bankrupt. Back then, my feelings didn't even have any specific directions. However, this time I could almost sense the walls imprisoning me like a grave.

Then again, as expected, my threat worked on the high school boys. When hearing the word police, they became pretty pale.

Then after putting on brave facades, they said that they weren't afraid but because I was a b**ch they didn't want to buy anything anymore and that they would tat on me to my employer.

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Hearing that, I smirked and put my glasses back on while also showing my slender middle finger.

Even through my sunglasses, I could see their faces going first, from green to red and then from red to black.

A tall boy in the back seemed to be especially pissed off by my behaviour and wanted to attack.

Then another tall guy, who wore glasses and looked intelligent, hold him back. Then, while mockingly staring at my blue sportswear which was similar to what one of them was wearing, he said" Let's not bother with this loser b**ch for now. We can always make her miserable at school". Staring me in the eyes, he wore a devilishly beautiful smile and added, "miserable enough to wish she had never been born."

Such a relief! Looks like I'm not the only one with hallucinations today! They seemed to have some misunderstandings but I was too lazy to explain anything, I only said "Sure! Sure! Let us see each other after the semester!" while gesturing for them to hurry out. Thankfully they left. However, before leaving, the one in black still barked some threats and swears, which I gracefully ignored.

Hoof, dealing with teenagers is the most tiring job in the world. All of them, without exemptions, are devils.

Though the other three including the exceptionally taller one in the front with the role of pretending to be an adult, didn't say much and left coolly. I still had the potential to beat them without feeling much guilt. That is if I wasn't in this kind of mental shape.

In contrast to my hope of closing the store after their departure, before I could even come out of the front desk, people flooded in and as the cashier I got trapped in the store until eight o'clock. Then before even dreaming about eating or resting, I dragged myself to the entry and closed the fence from inside. Afterwards, like a robot worker with the setting to pack store goods, I began. First I took out the stacks of large carton boxes from the big inventory disguised behind the glass refrigerator. Taking out the carpet knife, I snapped the stack open. Then emptied all the shelves of goods and filled the boxes to the brim. After that, I fetched the newly bought box of silver tapes from under the front desk and I found the packaging bothersome. Then reusing the super sharp carpet knife, I praised myself for buying a dozen of these useful knives. In the morning, when buying the tapes, I bought a dozen of these thinking about my future living plans.

By the time I finished packaging everything in the store, it was already past eleven pm and there was only one hour before the shopping would close. So I took my warm, sleeping bag-looking, jacket and similar to the past six months slept in the hidden place located in the pillar in the middle of the store. Inside the pillar was my bed, I mean the not-so-comfy armchair, where I could inspect outside/sleep without being seen. Well, it will be my last time enjoying it/getting cramped in it. From tomorrow midnight this place will no longer be mine, was the last thought I had on that stone-like armchair before passing out from exhaustion.

When I woke up, it was still silent and I didn't hear anything. Not that anything else was to be expected when I sat in a noise-blocking space but what was not expected was the darkness outside. If I knew what was to happen in the future, I would have prayed that there would never be a light!