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You quietly walked into the B. Daltons bookstore when you saw your friend Heather with the store's phone pressed on her ear. She was looking away as she was speaking to the person on the other line.
Suddenly, she finished calling the person and put the phone back where it was, noticing you immediately.
"Y/n?" she scoffed, grinning. "What are you doing here? I thought you were banned from this store."
"Yeah," you rolled your eyes, stepping into the light. You looked around the store. "It's also closing, but whatever." You smiled.
She sighed, "So, what's up?"
"Eh," you said, shrugging. "I was going to scare you but then you caught me." She chuckled. "Wow, look at that," she said. "Little miss Y/n Goode, trying to scare me."
"Okay, but it was just going to be a harmless scare, you know, jump out of nowhere and spook you."
She smirked, "Nice. But anyways, I'm closing so you better get out." She shooed you away. "Now."
"Okay, okay!" you giggled, walking out of the bookstore. "Don't let any creeps catch you," you jokingly said, "Bye Heather!"
"Bye Y/n!"
But little did you know that would be the last time you'd ever see your friend alive. And the news on her death the next day would change your entire world.
