Own Sammy, nothing else; review
Samantha walked through the city one day, shopping for supplies. As she walked, she noticed the people around her moving away from something up ahead. She looked above the crowd and saw a familiar hat. She swallowed and pressed herself against the wall of a nearby building. He walked passed her without even a glance in her direction. Once he was out of sight, she headed back to her shop. She closed the door and sat down.
Break
A few hours passed when there was a knock at her shop's door.
"Come in," she said. A man walked into her shop.
"G'day chere," he said. "I heard you tell fortunes." Samantha frowned and shook her head.
"You're too late," she said. "I don't do that any more." The man frowned.
"Oh," he said. "Alright. I'm sorry I bother you chere." Without another word, he left. Samantha clenched her fists. Ever since Facilier had forbid her from reading fortunes times had been rough. She didn't have enough costumers. She mused over this for a moment before she realised something. If she was going to make a living then Facilier had to die. She didn't want to but there wasn't any other way. Getting to her feet, she left her shop.
Break
It wasn't until past nightfall that she found his alley. She had to walk for hours in a thunderstorm, which had started soon after she left her shop. Swallowing, she walked down it and to the door of his emporium. She had already formed part of her plan in her mind. She would have him hanged. She didn't want to but she couldn't think of anyother way out of it. Trembling form a mixture of fear and cold, she knocked on the door.