Dollar Tree is such a simplistic store. You walk in, see millions of knockoff items and various foodstuffs, then rejoice at the fact that they all fall under the cost of a singular dollar. I used to visit the store all the team when I got the chance with my siblings and we'd get little candies and treats whenever we went. At the time, it had already been quite a while since I had first spoken to the new girl in my class. Me and her hadn't seen eachother in weeks and I thought it would remain that way. Until things changed. I saw a familiar face in the endless aisles of Dollar Tree on one particular day. The same wispy brown hair. The same clear skin you could almost see through. It was like looking at a ball of light itself. She peeked at me once but I was able to sneak away in time and talk to my siblings. Of course, I was still the hideous kid I've always been and my below average physique wasn't helping me either. I made sure the new girl couldn't see me and i was sure I'd never interact with her again. Until she did with me. I decided not to talk to her because of how terrified I was, course. Eventually, it came to my mind that I should probably ask her for her number. Despite being very anxiety ridden and having a number of problems that affected me, something interesting happened that very day. I had just gotten an awful haircut. I remembered wearing my hoodie to dollar tree just to avoid wandering eyes. The new girl slowly walked up to me. An elderly lady followed her closely. I was confused at first. I'm sure could see it on my face. She smiled like we had been talking for years. "Can I get your number?" I had never heard these words in this order unless it was in those silly movies and shows. She seemed like she genuienly cared about me, though. The elderly lady pointing out how shy she was acting. I didn't show either one of them my hair. I could barely even look at her due to fear. I gave her my number, got items with my siblings, and left the store. Dollar Tree really is such a simple store. Everything falls under a dollar, the workers are dead inside, and romance can bloom in an instant. It would take a while for her to eventually message me. I thought I was a lost cause. When she finally sent that first message, I was in too deep. I was falling in love at the ripe age of 14.
