Wow, I have really not posted this in a long time. Basically it is just a story that I write on here about a girl who lives on the streets. One day her friend, Martha, goes missing. She tries tracking her, and finds herself at a deserted, old barn. She finds a boy, about her own age, and together they start
hunting for Martha. But it takes them to great lengths they did not expect.
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Just as I got up to leave I turned around to throw one last glance at the woman, but to my utter shock she had risen up too and we were face to face. We both gasped simultaneously. I gulped. Note to Self: Never, ever, look back.
The latte she was holding sloshed in the cup as she jerked to an abrupt stop as she stared at me.
Offering a weak grin, I stuttered, “H-i-i?”
She just looked at me for another minute or so, which, naturally, felt like an eternity to me. Then all of a sudden, as quickly as she had risen up, she brushed past me and went outside. I turned around, gaping at her retreating figure. I stuffed the rest of my cookie into my mouth and started at a run toward the door.
A sudden grip on my shoulder forced me to turn around and I found myself face to face with the snappish clerk who had served me earlier. “Missy, don’t run,” She said.
“I expect you won’t do it again?”
“Good, now git.” As soon as she left go of me, I speed-walked to the door, and with a sigh of relief, I looked around. Where had the woman gone?
Just then Jake came around the corner, gasping for breath. “Why did you take off so fast?” He snapped.
“Sorry,” I said. “But you know what? That lady and me just had eye contact.”
His head swiveled around so quickly, I would’ve laughed had it not been for the seriousness of the situation. “What do you mean?”
“I was trying to listen in on her phone conversation, when she got up the same time as me and she stared at me.” I rambled incoherently.
“OK? Then what?”
“Then what? Isn’t that enough of a danger?” I retorted.
“At least she didn’t do anything to you,” Jake replied. “But yeah, that is serious.”
I sighed. “What are we going to do, Jake? I feel like my world is shattering into a million little pieces and I can’t do anything about it. Like I’m helpless.”
His shoulders slumped a little and his gaze was directed at me. “I know how you feel. But trust me, it’ll get better, just give it some time.” His eyes became distant for a second then returned back to reality. “Should we grab something to eat since we’re here anyways?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Silently I thought about what Jake had just said. By the looks of things currently, it didn’t seem like anything was about to get better anytime soon.
I quietly followed Jake as he strolled over to the counter. The same clerk who had served me looked behind Jake, and seeing me, raised an inquisitive eyebrow and turned back to Jake. “Now what do you want?”
Jake looked a little taken back, but maintained his cool. “Umm, I guess I’ll take Meal #14, and -?” He turned around to face me and silently mouthed, rude, and raised an eyebrow in the direction of the cashier.
“Oh – yeah – I’ll just take a Chocolate Carmel Shake.” I said, trying to hold in a smile.
“OK.” Punching a few numbers into the computer in front of her, the clerk looked back up and said, “That’ll be seven dollars.”
I looked down for my purse, but to my astonishing surprise, it was missing. Where had I placed it? I frantically searched my memory, but with all that had been going on, I had no recollection of leaving my cross-body anywhere. “Umm... Jake?” I stuttered.
Both Jake and the clerk were looking at me intently. Suddenly I felt put on the spot. “I don’t know where my purse is.” I calmly said. “Do you have any cash?” I asked, directing my question at Jake.
I heaved a sigh of relief, and relaxed considerably. I watched the transaction as Jake handed over the card, and my gaze wandered over to the window which was plastered with posters advertising the store. A sudden movement caught my attention and I curiously scrutinized the window. Was there a person under the window? I trotted over to the window, and looked out. And to my great surprise, the lady that I had tried to spy on, the Asian woman, had left (otherwise how would it have appeared there?) her purse and cell phone on the ground below the window. I was positive it was hers, for when we had seen each other face to face, I must’ve made a mental note of her outfit. I grinned to myself. What an exciting find! (photo via pinterest)
Did you like this? I really apologize for not posting this in a long, LONG time. Actually the last time I posted this was in July, so, umm, I have nothing to say. *sheepish face* And since this isn't actually that awesome of a post, I think I'll catch up on a tag or two later this week. Thanks for reading and God bless <3