A Blueberry World Part 2 Draft

A Blueberry World Part 2

Christen awoke to the smell of blueberries as she shielded her eyes from the sunlight. “Ugh what happened?” She shook her head trying to remember. “All I remember is being at a party. After that everything is a blank.”

She looked around the room. “Why am I in my living room? And why is everything covered in blueberry juice?” She stood up. “Yuck. It is going to take me hours to clean this up.” She walked into the next room and rinsed out her clothing. “And not to mention my clothes might be permanently dyed. At least this isn’t sticking to my skin. I would hate to be stuck being blue for the day. I have to go to work later.” She ran her fingers through her dark hair. “I can only imagine what people would think. Hello I am here to serve you. Why am I blue? I just like painting myself this way.”

Christen sighed. “Well I better just take a shower and get ready for work. I don’t have time to clean this up until after I get home.” She walked back to the doorway and ran her finger along the wall. “The juice is dry anyways for the most part. My clothing is still dripping a bit but otherwise I am going to have to scrap this stuff off.” She turned around and headed for the stairwell. “I am not looking forward to that.”

Christen walked into her bathroom and started her shower. “Just get in and get out.” She looked at the clock on the wall. “It is already nine a.m. I need to be at work in less than an hour.” She flung her wet clothing onto the floor and slipped into the shower, the hot water soothing on her skin. “So nice and soothing.” She could feel her insides quiver as she washed herself, almost as if she had some strange liquid pulsing through her body. It was a weird feeling but it didn’t bother her.

Christen finished with her shower in record time. She stepped out and reached for the towel to dry herself. “If only I could remember just what I had been doing last night. Like how did my living room become covered with blueberry juice?” She rubbed her blue eyes. “And why did I have a strange dream about swelling up like a giant blueberry?”

She went through her drawers and pulled out her work uniform. “I always hated colors they put us in.” She quickly dressed in the ugly dark red uniform with grey slacks and a “Welcome to Diner Dash, my name is Christine,” sown into her chest. At least her greeting was written on her uniform as she would have hated having to say that cheesy line over and over.

She slipped on her shoes and then rushed down stairs. Christen first rushed to the kitchen to grab a left over piece of pizza for her breakfast, not even bothering to heat it up. She then ran and grabbed her keys off the counter and while still eating the frozen meal she rushed into the living room heading for the door. Christen slowed down expecting to have to deal with a room covered with juice but when she walked in the room was spotless. She looked around as she took another bite from her pizza. That is strange. Wasn’t this room covered with juice just a few minutes ago?

Christen shook her head. I don’t have time to think about this. I need to go. She ran to the door as she stuffed the rest of the pizza into her mouth. She used the key fob to unlock her car as she ran across the lawn. “I need to hurry. Paxton is unforgiving to those who arrive late.” She opened the door and sped off.

It was only a ten minute drive to the Diner Dash where she worked. She tapped her fingers on the wheel as she drove wanting the day to be over. “Weird. I still can’t help but smell blueberries.” She shook her head. “I feel like I am going a bit crazy. I just hope that today’s shift goes by fast.”

She drove into the parking lot and parked her car. “Ok, it is Friday. And that means a shorter shift. Just get in and out. You can do this.” She ran her hands through her hair. “Maybe it was a bad idea to go to a party when I had work the next morning. Ugh.”

Christen walked into the building and was greeted by her only friend at the joint, Quinten. “Hey,” He waved to her from behind the glass counter. “Good to see you.”

She smiled. “Yes. Glad it is Friday. I see you got a tan since last I saw you.”

He smiled. “Ya. I am going on a date this weekend and I wanted to look my best. I even bought a suit.”

I chucked. Quinten went to such extravagant lengths to impress people he had never meet. There was a reason why he still had to work at this fast food place. “So is Paxton in yet?”

She heard a shrill voice from the back room. “I told you to order the lettuce yesterday. What is wrong with your pea brain that you can’t listen to instruction?”

Quinten sighed. “Take a guess.”

A young blonde woman came to the cash register wiping away a tear. Behind her standing in the door way was a scruffy looking man with no hair and amber eyes. “Christen? Good. The delivery fool left some boxes out back. Go carry them in.” He looked at Quinten. “Go turn the sign out front that we are open already.” He then walked into the back room. “God.”

I sighed. “Well he is in one of his moods. Today is going to be fun.” I walked through the back room and walked out the back door. There I found a silverware box baking in the sun. I wiped the sweat from my brow before picking the box up. “The heat is starting to pick up already. I feel like my insides are starting to churn.”

I carried the box inside and set it next to the door. “Phew. I feel weird.” I put my hands on my knees. “Why do my legs feel squishy?” I shook my head. “Whatever it is I just need to get through my shift. I can’t worry about it when Paxton is in one of his moods.”

I walked into the front room of the store. Ugh I just can’t get the smell of blueberries out of my head or nose. It is going to bug me all day.

I went to my post. It was my job to ask the customers what they wanted and get their sandwiches started. Quinten finished the job and the young lady that was trying to keep her composure, Pam, checked people out. Our boss ran the place like an assembly line to keep things flowing and like a real assembly line Paxton treated us like machinery. The job sucked.

As I adjusted my work station I noticed a strange blue stain on the back of my hand. “What is that?” The front door suddenly opened and a young lady with short dark hair walked in. “Well I will figure it out later.”

I put on the best smile I could. “Hello, what can I get for you today?” I suddenly felt a strange filling sensation in my legs.

The woman looked through her purse as she talked. “Hello I would like a sub with terriacky beef and mustard. Extra pickle.”

“Ok.” I pulled out a bun and got to work.