Feisty's Feisty YouTuber
Mom did it again. I was just returning from work and she just had to send me a list. I was already too tired. Maybe she was too. I had no problem getting the items for her. Tonight's supper would be a wholesome meal and what could I do? I can only help in getting the items, she'll do the cooking. She was an awesome cook by the way.
Another message pinged my phone again.
She wanted me to go to Feisty's again. WTH?
Why would she want that?
Just because she thinks their chicken is the freshest? She knows what happened last time I went there.
I remember what happened vividly—That crazy YouTuber.
I remember his hair colour very well and all I can tell you is that he chose a gross colour. He was laughing and suddenly other people were laughing. I wondered why all those eyes looked at me as I navigated to the cashier's desk. They were wide eyes that said "scorn" all over. They were in fact laughing at me. I became self conscious and checked whether my white trousers were stained. It wasn't .
Is it my hair or my trousers, am I that ugly? Why are they laughing? Did I fart again?
Because I was so self conscious,I felt something stuck on my back. It was a note that had "I'M A THIEF", written in big bold letters.
I was stunned. I looked around again and watched their faces. Embarrassment flooded my whole body. I was looking for a way to escape and I think I saw the gross haired YouTuber approach me. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom and stayed there for a long time.
What kind of prank was that? And he just had to choose that particular line? Imagine the amount of views that video would get…..the likes …..and the comments…
I began to cry in the bathroom and wondered how many people saw the sign. What they must be thinking of me. I left the bathroom sobbing quietly, returned the items I had picked up and headed to my car. I drove to nowhere in particular. This wasn't the first time I was bullied.
Now that I recall that painful memory, I know that many more awkward moments would come. Instead of running away, I would have to stand up for myself. To hell with the stupid YouTuber. He might even be a TikToker—I care not. I don't even want to know his name.
I revved up my Hyundai Palisade. I'm going to that grocery store.