September 3, 2019
Of course, something's wrong with me. Isn't there something wrong with everyone? My shift started at 8 p.m. It's 9 p.m. as I write this. This 7-11 is at a mall, and right now the mall lights are turning off one by one. Stores are closing up, and the place is gradually darkening. It's a sad sight. People are pouring out. "Before midnight those who are watching the last full shows will fill this place," says Ally, my new 7-11 friend. I've known her an hour and already I dislike her. Sometimes you instantly know, yes?