So, yeah. Hi.
I promise I'll finish this story if I remember the plot for it. I'm sorry everything is so short. I just need to keep it alive and keep it going, aha.
And I'll probably re-write it, savvy?
Caitlin sighed as she dusted the last lemon. She hadn't seen a soul all day. It was almost as if she and her friends were the only ones in the entire mall. Looking around and still not seeing anyone she figured it was safe to leave the lemon to go bug Jen. After taking off her lemon hat she stepped outside the lemon to close it when it suddenly slammed shut.
The sound echoed through out the entire mall along with Caitlin's scream. The lemon had never done anything like that before and she could've been really hurt. She checked the lemon from all angled but nothing seemed to be wrong with it. The only way it could have ever done that was if someone pushed it.
But as mentioned earlier there wasn't a soul to be found.
The penalty box was just as dead as the food court. Jen felt a little weird counting hokey sticks all by herself without coach breathing down her neck at all times telling her to pick it up. She had to admit the loud slamming noise few minutes back had unnerved her, but she was sure there was nothing to worry about.
Some near by hockey sticks fell over suddenly as if someone had tripped over them. Jen frowned and picked them up, placing them all back in order. She had an eerie feeling that she wasn't alone, but she there wasn't anyone here.
Bored of counting she set down her clipboard and figured that because no one was here that she could go for a stroll.