Free Entry 1 (Week 5)

My friend was telling me about her day a couple of days ago, and the one thing I thought of was Taco Tuesday. I asked if I could write about it and so here is her Taco Tuesday story...I'd love some comments and critiques.

 Taco Tuesday

Six AM, waking to the sound of mom
screeching about the piles of blue plastic dinner plates
and mix matched coffee cups left in the sink from yesterday.
Oops.

Eleven AM, first class of the day in the TLC
but the parking lot, bigger than the Falcons Stadium,
seems to be full. My grey Corolla scratched
trying to fit between two Jeep Hurricanes.
Fantastic.

One PM, finally easing my car out of the squished spot
and on the way to Ingles for my one to nine shift.
I have to work with HIM, my own personal stalker,
the kid who won’t take no for an answer and asks me
to his prom every time he sees my face.
Lovely.

Nine PM, counting the many green bills in my register
once, twice, three times? Why does the manager have to come
and stand over me? I stare bewildered as she checks my math
once, twice, three times. The misery and dark blue pity shadowing in her eyes
tells me all I need to know. My second write up
but this time, I’m an Alexander Hamilton over.
Kill me now.

Eleven PM, opening the door to the sound of my mother
“HONEY? WHICH IPOD IS YOURS?”
my stomach drops. I point. Eyes filled with remorse and deep brown pity,
she doesn’t have to say what I already know. The 5,000
Never Shout Never, LMFAO, Lil’Wayne, and Nicki Minaj songs
Gone.

Twelve AM, I retreat to my room with eyes filled to the lashes
with tears. I flop like a dead goldfish onto my bed and bow
to the black hole of the day. Sucking all the life from my being,
the pillows like quicksand. The salty compound drains down
my cheeks, and creates puddles of life around my fingers.
Submit.