Chapter 4

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-2 weeks later-

I was at American Eagles in the Mall looking for a new wardrobe for me and something for Greenie since he's been wearing the same clothes for the past weeks.
Looking through the Numerous of shirts. I decided just to go with a plain black v-neck, grabbing 3 of those and 3 white v-necks. That should work till whenever. I already have socks for him that I got from some other place,so I don't have to worry about that.

He hasn't spoken a single word since the last time and I just miss hearing his voice. It's driving me half insane. I tried numerous things to make him say something, anything but nope he stayed quiet. I even threaten him. Before I left the Apartment, he went for a walk and I haven't seen him since. I didn't lock the door just incase he shows up. Stepping in line to pay for my things, I can't help to be in in awe at the interracial couple infront of me. They are so cute and I wished I could have a relationship like them.

"10 dollars is your change miss. Have a great day!" The cashier says.
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The wind was already picking up as I neared my bike. I really need to get a car. I've been saying this for the past month but I haven't acted upon it. My dad does own his own car dealer ship but it's too far away. He offered me tons of free cars but I was at that point in time where I wanted to be independent on everything. Independent left me with a ragely crusty bike with tires that could deflate in any minute. I'll call my dad later and see what I could do. Putting my bags in the little basket, I notice a sticky note on my seat.

They can't give you a fine for parking in the handy cap lane if you have a bike. Right?
I pulled the sticky note off my seat, getting on my bike but still standing up. There was nothing on in the front until I turned to the back. It was written in a wierd print and I started to think that this wasn't meant for me. I reread the two-worded sentence over and over again.

Stranger Danger

I heard laughing from a distance, tilting my head towards that direction I see a group of pre-teens huddled up, 10 ft away from me. It was probably them, messing around and being baebae kids. Slipping it to the back of my pocket, I sat down. Putting both of my feet on the peddle. Riding out of the crowded parking lot, I turn into the desolate street. I could tell that winter was near from the decrease temperatures lately. I don't know how long it would take me to get my car but I'm lookin forward to it cause I don't know how I would survive during the first snow fall.

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Sitting down the bag of shirts in his room,I look around the apartment for him. He wasn't in the kitchen making me delicious grilled cheese sandwiches, he wasn't in his room, not in the lobby, nor the bathroom. Green better not be out there walking. I've haven't been home for five hours. I left at one o'clock this afternoon to go grocery shopping. I came back to the house to put up the food and he wasn't there. Then I went to the mall, stayed there for a couple of hours and then I showed back here. Now here I am searching the whole house. Somethings been up with him lately. Did I do something wrong or is he just missing home?
I sigh. I hope he's okay. Turning on TV, I searched through the channels, pushing random buttons until it went to video. I pushed play thinking that Breaking Dawn part one would play since it was the last thing I watched but no that wasn't it. The background was dark and a voice was repeating and repeating. That two worded sentence. This has to be a coincidence. This can't be happening.

Stranger Danger

How did this get here?

Stranger Danger , StrangerDanger , Stranger Danger!!

I must be dreaming, this has happened before, but for a different thing. I have to be imagining this. This voice was getting louder and louder and it was repeating the phrase faster and faster. It was making me dizzy as I clung a hold of the pillow that was besides me my heart was racing bearing this not so readable and understandable beat.

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