Wonderland. Yeah. I went there.

So, I’m in the process of writing a… I dunno, a novel thing? So I wanted to start posting pieces of it just to get some feedback. I’m new at this, so don’t be to harsh? Actually, whatever, just be fair? It doesn’t even have a title yet:

Still 24 and living (Ok, subletting) in her parents extra bedroom. Ok, technically it was her bedroom, but it was “extra,” because, should she fail to make rent, she would have to find someplace else to live. Jocelyn Thomas felt like a failure. After 2 failed college attempts, a barely earned High School diploma, and a retail job (that she hated) at a teen clothing store, Jocelyn felt no where near 24 years old.

It didn’t help that the only thing that truly interested her was tattoos, piercings, and the loudest music possible. But she had no talent for producing any of these things. She could at best draw stick figures, so a career in tattoo art was pretty much out of the question. And, as musical talent went, she had less than that Internet day-of-the-week girl. Because to Jocelyn, tattoo artist or musician sounded a hell of a lot better than selling prosti-tots miniskirts. 

Leaning over the counter Jocelyn’s faux yellow-blonde hair poured over the lit counter display of playboy watches, and belly button jewelery. The thought of a sixteen year old girl owning either of these items made Jocelyn want to cry for this generations. Sure, Jocelyn had a few piercings, on of them being her belly button, but she had fully been 18 and a quarter before getting them. And, she hadn’t done it to impress some over steroided meat head. She had done it to be edgy, and unique. She just hadnt pulled it out yet, because it had been a bitch to get, and all that pain better be worth wearing it 5 plus years.

The store was currently empty, as Jocelyn struggled to stay occupied. Easily distracted and easily bored, it had been a slow day in the shop. And with 2 hours until she got off, Jocelyn felt like she was going to die, right there behind the counter, and then her brother really would get her favorite checkered Doc Martens he had coveted over the years. It didn’t help that the music thundering through the sound system could have easily doubled as house music, and was starting to give her a migraine.

Why she didn’t quit already was beyond her, but as pay went, her salary was decent, and kept her in hair dye, and black eyeliner. Oh, and it helped pay the rent too. But as work satisfaction went, it sucked. Day in and day out, she had to deal with whiny teen girls, and their bitchy demanding Valley girl mothers, some of them younger than Jocelyn. It was enough to make Jocelyn a huge proponent of sterilization, and aided in her less than friendly dealings with the public.

And her co-workers were no better, Kaileh was fresh out of high school, and felt happiness was the best remedy for any problem. Karl was 38, and still thought he could make it as a pro surfer, but really, he couldn’t surf, and just hit on everything that moved. And her manager Leslie, was the worst, at 20, she thought she was the hottest piece of ass to ever walk Sunset, and succeeded at making Jocelyn’s life hell. The only light in her shitty job was Corrine. Corrine and her had been friends for 10 years now, they had met at a Liverpool show, and ever since had been inseparable.

Corrine had just turned 21, but was cooler than most people Jocelyn knew. Corrine was the drummer for this up and coming band China Girl. Corrine used the job to get the word out about her shows, and to pay rent for her shitty apartment along vine. It cost her a fortune, but the place was really a dump. But Corrine’s family lived in Michigan, and her Dad only sent her money for major holidays, not that Corrine cared, the less money her parents sent her, the less she felt obligated to go visit them, and have to deal with them begging her to get a real job, and move closer to home.

Ok, thats all I have, at least thus far. Thanks for reading?