Date: 3/28/2020
By amandalyle
I was in the supermarket going about my usual business when this strange lady came storming over to me with her trolley, and started staring at me really intensely. She came really close to me and it made me feel really unnerved. “What’s your fucking problem?” I eventually blurted out. With those words said, her carer came over and gave me the filthiest of exchanges. I felt a stabbing feeling of guilt. Next scene; I was in this supersized Primark, having a browse around. It was so large, I kept getting lost. I was with my mum, who was on the hunt for fluffy socks. She managed to find some Christmas ones which were in the sale. To get to the tills, we had to walk through this overly crowded restaurant in which the tables were placed too closely together. It was a bloody nightmare to get through and we kept nudging into peoples tables and pissing then off. Once we got to the other end, I saw my friend Laura. My mum started chatting to her and asking her how she was coping with Coronavirus. She said said was going okay, but I could see that she had gone up about 3 or 4 dress sizes. For some reason, she started to hang upside down from the banister on the stairs, like a bat. “Here, I bought you some socks!” My mum said. She had no interested in the socks whatsoever, so my mum took them back and gave them to me. We then walked past this huge celebration which had been completely taped off. It looked like someone was getting married. We were being really nosy and trying to see who it is. As it turns out, it was Stacey and Joe Squash who were getting married. Everyone started cheering and clapping, so we cheered and clapped too. Next scene; I was dress shopping with my friend. She was trying on this hideous purple dress which looked like the sort of dress some 90’s kid would have worn to their school disco. It was oversized and puffy and not in the least bit flattering. “How do I look?” She asked. “Umm... it looks gorgeous!” I lied. Next scene; I was stood behind this large pane of glass, gazing at this empty swimming pool, longing to jump in... but society wouldn’t let me. Coronavirus rules.