[blitz; nightbird]

I walk into the store as always on a Sunday, just picking up the last few bits that we can afford for next week, ever dwindling change in my pocket. Why couldn't I be more productive and help dad earn money? Seriously mum died and now I can't help support us. Well I suppose we could be like my cousin, who I haven't heard from in months. Anyway I walk down the same old isle of this little store, picking up the milk dad had asked me to buy and I turn left. My hair somewhat in the way of my face as I do and as I go to straighten it out and actually put it above my eyes my body collides with something, sending my milk flying backwards along with me, hitting the hard floor with a small scream. I look up at the person in front of me then back down to around my feet. Cracked eggs where everywhere. I hear him speak but my thoughts cut it out. "Why do you have to be such a clutz Caitlynn?"

I slowly get up and look at the boy curiously, why was he apologising, and more importantly why was he crying. He had no reason to cry... I rub my back and my tail bone a little. I won't be surprised if it bruised honestly. I stand up straight and look behind me for my carton, and I notice it near the end of the isle. How'd it get there? I distract myself from it however and turn back to the boy, who was now crouched over and picking up what remained of his eggs, still crying as he did. I tilt my head a little and let my hair fall to the side as I do. Should I comfort him? So far I have just been silent since I hit him. I decide to stay silent and I just crouch beside him and start to help him clear up. He shouldn't be saying sorry or crying, unless I hurt him, it was my fault.

I nod as he put the carton full of eggshells in front of me and I slowly start placing them in there, hearing his thank you and his name before he gets up and goes to the cashier, I assume it was to alert him about the mess. I pick up the carton and stand up, wincing slightly at the pain in my back before I walk to my carton and bend over to pick it up, examining it to see if it was damaged. If it was I wouldn't be able to afford to replace it and by another one. I shift a little awkwardly at the thought before moving to the bin near the corner of the shop, dropping the eggshell carton in there. Hopefully the shop owner wasn't too mad, and I needed to talk to that boy again. Emery? It wasn't his fault. Plus it was only common courtesy I tell him my name in return.