𝗶. 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝖮𝗡𝗘 -Minimart

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝖮𝗡𝗘 -
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                                       𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗬, for the last two years, Rory Cromwell, always wondered what her life would be like in a completely alternate universe.

In this new world, what would her solemn life consist of?

Maybe she would be bestowed with fame, followers, money, designer clothes, handbags, and other meaningless materialistic bullshit like that, or perhaps, she'd be granted the simplistic life of a teenager. Maybe right now instead of being selfless and working overbearing hours and shopping for her "sick" grandma, she would be frugal.

Partying all night past curfew, movie dates with her girlfriends, sleepovers every other weekend, you name it. Hell, Rory was a sixteen-year-old girl who had the right to be voracious and not have to worry about such crucial things, but unfortunately, the Cromwell girl didn't have a selfish bone in her body.

It was about 7 in the afternoon when Rory got off of her 5-hour shift at the roller rink. She bent her shoulders back, lightly rolling her neck as she walked, at an angle, to try to get rid of the discomfort that dwelled there.

Her muscles underwent a substantial amount of pressure over the last few days. The soles of her feet ached since she was constantly on them non-stop, and much to her dismay, she reeked of cooking grease and old shoes. The Cromwell girl was just outright exhausted and thoroughly annoyed.

Rory clutched the metal door handle, giving it a pull as she moved into the shop. She gripped the pink roller skates in one hand and her coat in the other.

Before she could arrive home, however, the brunette had to pick up a few items that her nana requested.

It was only one more detour, she reminded herself as she enveloped her mouth with her palm, letting out a semi-loud yawn. She was in for a night of multiple shots of expressos and long overdue homework.

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