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[huntersgotstyle]

I stood in an isle of the grocery store staring at my cart. It looked depressing, TV dinners and Kraft Dinner. I stared into space trying to think of what else to buy, really it’d been awhile since I went grocery shopping without my moms grocery list. Lately I’d been too busy to actually eat something besides well Kraft dinner and frozen dinners. I looked back at the isle and noticed a few feet away were the can goods. I pushed the cart a few feet ahead and stared at the large selection of cans. I grabbed a few cans of soup and those noodle things that all the kids in grade 1 absolutely love. I pushed the cart around the corner and kept looking around. I was way better at shopping for horses, which you could tell by my apparel. I was wearing a pair of tan breeches, purple polo and a pair of purple rubber boots. Yeah, I looked hot. Not. I shook my head at myself and my brown ponytail swung with the movement.

I stood by the fruit staring at the sign. Okay two red apples, different types. What the hell was the difference? I was 17, hell up until a few days ago I lived with my mom and I still had yet to finish high school. I bit my lip and decided on bananas instead. I wondered down towards the deli-meat. That was going to be a challenge. A big challenge. I only knew a few lunchmeats let alone how to cook half the stuff. I really needed to invest in a cook book- soon.

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[Denali Evelin]

Denali

Dane stood staring at the lunch meat. She was but a deer in the head lights of society, of buying lunch meat. In fact, it all looked pretty disgusting. Thinly shaven chunks of meat with grotesque fat bubbles lingering upon the edges. Black forest ham or cracked pepper ham, what’s the difference?
Her optics was glazed with an attenuate velum of confusion as the beefy man behind the counter blinked at her asking what he could get for her. He reminded her of a lamb leg only a few feet over. Dane wore a plain white collared shirt, the collar popped obviously, her favorite destroyed diesel jeans and a bright psychedelic scarf wrapped around her head so only few bronze spikes poked out. She was quite grungy looking. The meat loaf slumped across the icy glass; it looked dead and red but decorated with parsley frivoling the crusty surface. This was hopeless, ridiculous.
Feeling dismissed Dane wandered aimlessly over to gaze at the bakery items hiding in baskets like edible zoo animals up for the taking. She picked the jalapeño cheese bread leaving behind the lemon poppy seed then gazed into the cart. Milk, bread, a few cans of soup, shampoo, one orange, and tampons. She sucked at shopping.
A woman stood by the meat, utterly confused and clueless as to buying meat also. She was mainly dressed in an ensemble of purple and riding clothing and her cart held only a few TV dinners. Dane gave a slight smile and went to stand by the woman.
I wouldn’t even bother, but whatever you get ill get the same, she whispered under her breath and chuckled. Waiting Dane picked up a triangle of brie and started to read the label.

[huntersgotstyle]

I watched as a girl approached me, unsure. She looked different, not a holy shit she looks weird just different. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though that could change quickly once I understood her personality a bit more. She didn’t look normal, but she didn’t look totally out there. I couldn’t help but steal another glance toward the girl, she was just too interesting. From her scarf to her shoes, nothing screamed any overly large message. Unlike my outfit that screamed horse person, I might as well write it across my forehead to. But what could I say, at the barn I was at before this was considered nice attire for a grocery store. Really I wasn’t wearing tough duck coveralls or snow pants with a big rip in the butt. I glanced down at my own outfit and then back to the meat. I was about to move towards the counter and attempt to order something when I realised I was being spoken to. I smiled and laughed silently at her comment. “I was just wondering what the hell peppercorn is-let alone in ham?” I said quietly but not in my usual shy voice. It made me wonder why I wasn’t shy with this girl, but I would be with others. Maybe it was her clothes, or just they way she started the conversation. Whatever made my brain do what it did, it was really annoying.

“So uh do you know where the eggs are? I think I can handle cooking those!” I said with a laugh, though I really couldn’t remember where anything was. If it wasn’t for the bookwork part of geography I would have never passed the class. And having my own GPS doesn’t help either, the geography teacher tried that. I pretty much have to travel in a group in unknown places, or pray If I drive around long enough I will find where I’m going. Luckily the town wasn’t overly large, otherwise I would be screwed. Even back home I got lost, other then to the barn and tack shops. Something about them kept me finding them, every time. It had to be the constant visits. I laughed at myself mentally, I was such a thinker. Literally I had debates with myself in my head all the time, let alone day dreams. It was kind of annoying, but it kept me occupied. I felt my eyes wander, now standing with somebody I felt brave enough to search the strange faces. My eyes stopped on a group of high school boys, thank god their were boys here. I kept my eyes moving though, not wanting to seem like a boy obsessed horse freak. Though I knew I wasn’t gay. Had nothing against gay people, I just couldn’t look at a girl and think about her that way. I supported gay people extremely, but I did request from any gay people that I befriended that they not go to in detail about the physical part of their relationship- it kind of grossed me out. Almost as much as gay guys. I let my eyes fall back on the group, none stood out as somebody who would be interested in breeches and rubber boots. I let my eyes move then, I was usually stuck as the single girl because well- I never had the time. I had dated a few horse boys, but to many of them got upset when I kicked there butt and I couldn’t take that. I looked back to the girl and decided to keep conversation going, she was the closest thing to a friend I had so far. “I’m Hayden, by the way” I said with a friendly smile.

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