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Later on that evening, we ended up downtown at a shop. "He" was in the store while I was forced to stay in the run downed pick up truck. By the way, he never told me why.
Looking out my window, I saw a girl with brown wavy hair gazing at me. I slouched down in my seat, trying to hide from her.
I knew her. I knew this girl, or at least I thought I did.
She shook her head and continued on walking into the store. She met my eyes before entering the door and shook her head as if she saw a ghost, before disappearing be-on the goodies.
Suddenly there was a knock on the window, making me jump in fright. A tall handsome bronze haired man stood on the other side of the glass, gazing at me with a set of deep-sea green eyes. Fear prickle through me, yet there was a feeling of safety too.
What did he want? He just stood there starring at me, and me starring back. A few seconds later he finally walked away, and I felt relieved, but not completely. Something felt wrong, very wrong.
BAM!
A ear splinting sound came from the store. An alarm was sounded and sirens were heard faded in the background and all I could think was, 'someone was hurt.'
Do I dare step out of the truck or do I stay prisoner where I'm at? Eh . . . what the heck . . . what's the worst "he" can do? It's not like "he" can blow my head off in public, right?
And so I slowly took my next step that would completely change my life for the better or for worse, but most astonishing, the unknown.