"It's never just another day."

C H L O E

I have never been a patient person.

I was never known to be patient, not even to my own mother. Whenever I point at that she was late in our Mother-Daughter Bonding Session

she likes to call it that way

, she would start babbling about how she waited nine months for me to be fully developed.

Cue for an eye roll.

I stood silently outside the sliding doors of Walmart with my dead phone on hand. I've been waiting for my lovely mother to finish her weekly shopping spree for two extremely boring hours.

It wouldn't have been as boring if my phone didn't give up on me because of the long hours of playing Piano Tiles... but then again, there's the possibility that it's simply because it's an iOS. Plus, to put sugary sprinkles on top of my comfortable situation, my stomach has been grumbling nonstop since my mother left, and is also literally piercing through my other organs!

All fed up, my stomach revolted against my brain and won as it decided for me to walk inside the mall and start looking for my mother... or buy food. I started my search for a woman with short blonde hair, white loose long sleeves, and white baggy pants. No, I'm not looking for a person from the 1960's Berkeley who accidentally and unfortunately bleached up all her clothes -nope, just my mother.

I have no idea what has gotten into her today to wear the white baggy outfit, but it is the reason why I agreed to hang out with her today. As in, for me to hang out of Walmart while she does her own thing inside. I even suggested going to a Walmart that is three towns away from where we live just to make sure that she would have a lot of options.

Although, I did remember her asking me if her shoes matched her pants and I answered her with my usual answer every time she asks me that same question,

"I'm sorry and everything, but obviously, I'm not that kind of girl." And she knows that.

Just as I've said, it is obvious that I don't like fashion that much. I stand with the unpopular opinion of clothes being "just clothes". Especially for the fact that I don't know how to nicely say "you look like a clown" without hurting anyone's feelings.

I remembered my little cousin, who lives in Ohio, asking me if she looks cute in her fairy princess costume. It is made up of neon pink fabric, bright blue lace, and assorted colors of beads from red to violet. So really, she looks like vomit disguised as a rainbow coming from a unicorn. I know that describing someone as a unicorn barf is an insult, which is why I chose the safe answer and said, "You look like a unicorn...?"

And it was at that moment I knew that I fudged

say no to bad words

up.

She cried, she bawled, and she sobbed. She gave me a throne I will forever be wearing as she named me the worst cousin in the world. I honestly thought that calling her a unicorn would be a compliment. I never planned to offend her. She told me that she loves unicorns after all.

I walked towards the pastry section and sighed out "ooh" and "ahh" when I saw various types of bread that were not offered in Denovan, aka the town we lived in. Waiting in the line to pay for the croissants I grabbed, I'm shocked to see familiar faces.

Nicky, a classmate of mine in my Philosophy class, seems like she is waiting in the line with other people whose faces are unknown to me. Deanne, my old neighbor, seems like she is paying for the black lipstick, eyeliner, and eye shadow she is buying. It's nice to see emo people who still appreciate gothic music. JerkAss, my mortal enemy, seems like he is selling chickens while wearing a yellow suit. Jovy, my Trigonometry groupmate, seems like he is dancing like a psychopath -Hold on, JerkAss that bastard looked what now!?

I stared at the yellow figure right outside a small chicken fast food restaurant and gasped loudly when I concluded that it really was JerkAss because of his signature bored look as he tries to sell chicken while wearing the chicken suit.

The infamous bad boy is wearing what now!?

Reed Langston aka JerkAss is the epitome of evil. I call him JerkAss because he is one. He is also the infamous bad boy of my high school. As far as I know, the baddest thing he had ever done would be skipping some of his class. Although apparently, according to the rumors, he is in a gang and does illegal... stuff...

"Langston?" I gasped out, finally coming out of my shock. I quickly paid for what I just bought and hurriedly walked towards him while laughed loudly. I know, I look like a crazy person... but between him and me, at least I look like a person. "Langston!" I once again screamed as I laughed evilly and stand in front of him while crossing my arms.

JerkAss literally froze because he stopped giving free fried chickens. If he wasn't wearing that big fluffy yellow suit, he's probably shaking because of embarrassment. Hey, I would too if I was in his situation. Thankfully, I'm not.

"I said I want my free chicken!" A whiny little kid shouted in front of him. "Give it to me already!"

I chuckled at the scene in front of me which caused JerkAss to smile sarcastically at the kid and said, "You want your chicken? Here-" He then shoves the chicken in the kid's mouth, causing for the little boy to cough... or gasp... or choke? "-swallow your damn chicken!"

JerkAss!

The pitiful and

I must admit

annoying boy had chicken crumbs falling down on his shirt, and he has tears running down his chubby cheeks. He eventually ran back inside the fast-food restaurant while calling out his mother. Oh you know, the typical toddler tantrum.

Still though, no matter how annoying that kid was, I still wanted to apologize on behalf of JerkAss for his rude behavior because I pity the kid. Langston being a total JerkAss, simply smirked evilly.

Pitiful I tell 'ya.

"REED!" A loud and rustic voice boomed out of nowhere. It was so loud, it seems as if it can cause an earthquake. Jokes aside though, it was so loud that there were bystanders who took a second of their time to glance at us. They probably thought that it was the FBI or something. When they saw that it came from an angry and wrinkly old man, they continued walking again.

The smirk on JerkAss's face dropped as a frown replaced it. He scowls and said, "What, Patrick?"

"It's Mr. Sanders to you young man." The old man, which I believe is the manager of the fast-food restaurant whose name is Patrick, glared at him. "If your father hears about this, you will-"

"I will what?" JerkAss cuts him off with a raised eyebrow, "I'll lose my inheritance?" He then scoffs and glares at the poor man, "Don't go there, Patrick." He spat the name with such venom that it can most likely paralyze a bear. "Maybe you're the one who'll lose something. Like I don't know," He sarcastically rolled his eyes while smirking, "Your job?"

If Patrick was a cartoon character and this was a Cartoon Network, he would be having gray smokes coming out from his ears -or was it steam?

Either way, he will look weird.

Patrick simply scowls back as he firmly said, "Then do the job properly." as if trying to still show this JerkAss that he is the one with authority here. But really though, just like the government, the one with money is the one who truly has the power -unfortunately.

I watched silently as Patrick walked back to the restaurant grumpily for he was stomping his feet like a child along the way. I looked back at JerkAss and angrily clenched my fists when I see him smirking as he watches Patrick walk away.

In memory of the burnt soul of dear old Patrick and that little kid because of the roast JerkAss had lit up, let me do the honors on putting that smirk off his lovely face.

"Poor man." I broke the silence, "You're such a bad, bad boy to play jokes with your boss, eh Langston?"

JerkAss suddenly went stiff, freezing for a second, before turning around to face me. "You saw nothing." He gave me his infamous glare; the one he always uses when he wants to scare someone off.

Pfft. Like that's going to work.

Well, it normally would. He may look like a Greek god, but that glare can scare Hades away. But given the situation that he is wearing like the Greek god of chickens, that glare gave him no justice.

So again, pfft.

"But I did." I batted my eyelashes to mock him. Acting like I'm an 'innocent' kid. "I have eyes, Langston. Eyes."

He glares harder, "I can see that-"

I cut him off, "WHICH MEANS... which obviously means... that I..." I chuckled, "I saw the famous bad boy of Denovan High giving away free chickens." I crossed my arms in front of me as I felt a smirk creeping on my face, "Which obviously means that I can see you wearing a chicken suit."

The look on his face was priceless, trust me. His eyes were so wide that I bet his eyeballs could fall off. The horrified look in his face added a bonus point too. He looks so intimidated, so terrified, so... helpless.

I chuckled in a sinister way. "What happened Langston? Did daddy dearest stopped giving you money?"

As if his horrified look never happened, he regained back a little bit of his composure and frowned at me. "Again, you saw nothing." He snapped angrily, "You better keep your mouth shut, Porter. Or else-"

I cut him off with a laugh, "Or else what, JerkAss?"

He smirked, "I'll ruin your reputation."

"My reputation?" My eyes widened in pure mockery. I faked a pout and had successfully annoyed the heck out of him. "For your information, you're the vulnerable one at the moment. So," I immediately gave him my 'I-dare-you' look. "If you'll ruin my name, I'll ruin yours."

His eyes widened. It's weird because I can actually see both fear and amusement dancing in his eyes. It is weird because as far as I can remember, the last time I saw fear in his eyes was when his mom caught him putting gum on my hair back in the 7th grade.

"Fair enough ey?" I gave him a wink and a replica of his smirk to let him taste his own medicine before turning around to leave. I'm just going to wait near my mom's car because I honestly can't wait to start writing about this once I charged my phone.

Oh, what would other people say once they learned that the infamous rich, handsome

whatever

, and the disreputable bad boy is wearing a chicken suit?

Damn, my blog would be a hit!

I write a blog under the pseudonym of CrazyHater. Just like what my username suggests, it's a hate blog. But I like to call it an 'awareness' blog though.

I was a few feet away from him when he called out my last name, "Porter!"

I continued walking as my smirk deepens. Just keep walking Chlo, keep walking. Eventually, he'll stop.

"Porter!!"

He will stop.

"Porter!!!"

Great. He won't stop. Worst, I can hear his voice getting nearer.

I clenched my fists tighter as I tried walking faster because I bet he's doing his best to catch up to me. Gosh, I just want to get out. Why does this town's Walmart have to be huge?

"PORTER!"

I give up. If I wouldn't entertain this piece of macaroni, then my mother will know where I am -and hundreds of strangers, too. I stopped walking and let out a loud groan.

As expected, there were numerous people looking at us. I mean, I can't blame them. After all, there is a huge fluffy chicken -JerkAss- chasing an innocent little girl -Me. Plus, this gigantic mammal has feathers trailing behind him like the bread trailing Hansel and Gretel's path.

"What, " I turned around to see him near me, "Chicken?" Ha! Chicken is so going to be in my Jerkass nickname list.

"Don't call me that..." JerkAss glares at me, puh-lease, that look can't hurt a fly! Okay, fine. It can -but the fluffy chicken suit softened it.

I was about to retort a sarcastic comment when the little kid from earlier ran out with a woman on tow. He points at JerkAss using his tiny index finger,

"Mama! That's the big mean chicken that stuffed my mouth with food!"

Do note that his eyes are red and his mom is quite... huge. I'm not talking about 'I-eat-a-lot' huge, nope, but an 'I'm-eating-all-my-sorrows' type of huge.

As if on cue, Patrick comes running out of the restaurant with panic written all over his face while mouthing 'run' towards us.

I gulped and felt a drop of sweat falling down my temple. I looked back at Jerkass when he simply snorted. He then puffs out his chest, his feathery chest, while arrogantly saying, "If I can handle a three-hundred-pound man, I can easily handle this... woman."

The said woman grabbed the huge bag that was hiding behind her, or probably was just there but was hidden because as I've said, she was huge. She has to be bigger than life. Literally.

Alas, Jerkass's face flinched as his strong demeanor was long lost now. "I can handle a woman without a bag full of bricks though," He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him, "Run!"