A "Normal" Life

When I was on the bus to come here the last thing I thought was that I would be bagging groceries. Sure I didn't think I would get to live here for free but I figured there would be something a little more fancy or futuristic. Even though I am complaining so much I really am glad to be getting a normal job when everything else is complete chaos. Last night lights were flashing and an alert sounded marking the destruction of the earth. It feels weird that I can't go back, this still feels like a dream that I will wake up from, eat breakfast, and soon enough, forget all about.

"There are not many people in right now and we are still setting up, guess you got it easy for the first few days so, for now, can you stack these boxes?" Mr. Charles gestured at the box in his hands "Also while you're here I just wanted to let you know I transferred the money from the past few days to your bracelet I would normally not do it till the end of the month but it would suck to be here with no money." Mr.charles said, out of breath.

"Really? thanks!" I said, walking towards the boxes.

"So kid, canned food is free for a while so what are you going to spend your first paycheque on?"

That stopped me in my tracks. What would I spend money on here? Back on earth you would run over to the convenience store on the weekend and buy yourself a slushee or chocolate bar and save the rest for the new game or phone, I was saving for a drawing tablet.

"Back on earth, I was saving for a drawing tablet, actually, I was very close to being able to afford it. I will probably start putting money towards that again." I droned while stacking boxes.

"Ah, you like dra-," Suddenly a box fell from the shelf onto Mr.Charles head and he fell to the floor and the box followed with a heavy clank.

"Mr. Charles!" I yelled.

I was so shocked I couldn't move, 'what do I do? Is he dead?' the thoughts raced through my head. Ah yes, I should probably check for a pulse... I remember how to check for a pulse by reading old mystery novels and watching crime shows such a Sherlock and m favourite, Detective Conan. I put two fingers up to his throat; 'ba bump... ba bump". Oh, thank god he has a pulse! I ran outside looking for help and saw a janitor sweeping.

"Excuse me! Sir!" I shouted and waved frantically.

The man looked up and stopped what he was doing. "What do you want, kid?" he shouted from down the hallway.

"I need a nurse! a box fell on Mr. Charles' head!"