[ WP ] You have the spirit of George Washington in you and you 're itching for a revolution . You 're also a teenager working at a grocery store

George Washington is trying to get me fired or arrested. 
 
 I've only been bagging groceries for a few weeks but things are quickly spiraling out of control. At first it was just annoyance, now it's an overwhelming urge to start an uprising; The Baggers against The Cashiers. 
 
 Washington as been in my head for months. It all started in history class one day. Mrs. Feldmon was teaching on the American Revolution. I started hearing voices, or rather, a voice. A man in my head that wanted nothing more than rights for the common people, which in this case happened to be my classmates. 
 
 It really seems to be a common thread. Everywhere I go if anyone is oppressed by another group I hear old Washington barking in my brain about starting an uprising. Sure, Cashiers are mean to Baggers, but seriously... it's an after school job. 
 
 The most frustrating part about all of this? I ca n't eat English muffins. You heard me. My absolute favorite breakfast food. Gone. Ca n't eat them. Why? Because Washington starts shouting in my brain that I should n't support anything coming from the British. 
 
 I tried reasoning with Washington the first month or so but that got me nowhere. It was all I could do to get him to shut up so I could get some sleep. My red rimmed eyes had begun to make my parents and teachers think I'd started doing drugs. 
 
 Oh Washington... you annoying, self righteous dead president. 
 
 I ca n't even touch a one dollar bill anymore. Washington shrieks so loudly when I touch one that it feels like my eardrums will explode. I tried to explain to him that it was just a dollar bill but he would n't have any of it. I do n't know why he screams but I've learned to accept it. 
 
 I'm digressing... I'm sorry. I find it's hard to keep track of my thoughts with a dead man's voice in my head. 
 
 I awoke to screams in the break room at the local grocery store that afternoon. I had n't slept in days and had been trying to grab some rest every chance I got. I stood, perplexed at the screams, my heart racing. I ran up the stairs and into the isles of food. 
 
 Blood dripped from boxes of Fruit Loops giving the smiling Toucan Sam an ominous look. I heard more screams coming from the front of the store and ran toward them. My fellow Baggers were slaughtering the cashiers while elderly customers stood with mouths agape. 
 
 I screamed, rushing toward them and begging them to stop but they were like a pack of animals with the scent of prey. Moments later I stood with blood pooling around my feet, the store in silence save for the sobbing coming from several elderly women guarding their grocery filled carts with shaking hands. 
 
 Carl, a tall Bagger with a lisp, sauntered over to me smiling. 
 
 `` We did it,'' he said, `` Just like you said.'' 
 
 My mouth was dry, I tried to form words but nothing would come out. I looked around the store, wondering when the police would arrive. I closed my eyes and rubbed them with my palms. 
 
 White light was all around when I opened my eyes again. I tried to move but could n't. The floor was soft and matched the wall my back leaned against. I blinked several times and took a few deep breaths before a screeching sound entered the room. 
 
 A man walked in carrying a tray. He knelt beside me holding a cup with a few pills. 
 
 `` Open up, time for your pills,'' he said as he tilted my head back and delivered them to my mouth. 
 
 I swallowed and leaned my head against the padded wall. 
 
 `` You did good kid,'' George Washington said in my head. 
 
 `` I know,'' I said aloud causing the orderly to give me a questioning look. 
 
 I smile and wink at him and he exits the room. I close my eyes and think of better times and where Washington will take me in my next out of body experience.
