Eleven

I could cry. That would be embarrassing. It's not a tears cry, just some weird tightness in my throat. Not a bad feeling, I guess.

"Oh my God." I do a slow circle in place, my mouth hanging open. The colors. The smells! The fucking smells!

"Shiiiiiiiiiiit. I could get used to this." The whole place. It's confusing and batshit. Safe, I think.

My attention snaps to this girl. "What?" I look where she looks, to see if there's a problem I can solve myself.

Nope. I'm lost.

A person approaches in an aggressively patterned shirt. I blurt, "how do we get ice cream?"

The asshole just stares at me. Then her. I glare. "Hello????"

He walks away. I push off the counter, my arms swinging in restless momentum. "Asshole." Guess that means no ice cream. Fine. I'll find another way.