╔════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╗ CHAPTER THREE final destination ╚════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╝
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Salem left her apartment early the next morning. She manages to clip her hair up and writes a note for her parents before she slips out the door and onto the streets of Queens. For a little while she beats herself up for not grabbing a thicker jacket from behind the door, but then the sun peeks out from behind the early morning clouds and warms the streets, dismissing her early regrets.
The girl checks her watch before happily slipping into Lyons Family Coffee. The shop is small, family owned, and serves amazing drinks. She would even argue that they had the best coffee in the state of New York. On the days that she'd had little to no sleep it was the only thing that kept her going.
The teenager practically bounces up to the counter, having to hold her camera tightly so it doesn't knock against her chest. The woman behind the register smiles, and Salem recognizes her as the eldest daughter of the owners. Her name is Flora, but the writing on her name tag is smudged and makes it look more like lor.
"Hi, Salem." Flora says brightly. "You want your normal?"
"Yes, please." Salem nods, grabbing a cookie and handing it to the barista. "I'm surprised you're back. I thought you were still going to school in Greece?"
The redhead gestures for the teenager to insert her card, "I am. All of my classes for next two weeks got cancelled so I came to spend some time with my mom and dad before they started back up again."
"Well, I'm glad you're back for now." The girl says, taking a sip of the coffee Flora hands to her and sighing happily. "I'll have to come back in before you leave so we can catch up."
"You should." Flora nods with a smile, "But you should probably get going now. I don't really want to be the reason you're late to school."
Salem glances down at her watch and curses, stuffing the wrapped cookie and waving goodbye to the woman as she exits the coffee shop.
The weather manages to stay warm for late September. She adjusts the purple flannel she had found in her mother's closest under her backpack straps, groaning quietly when it doesn't sit the way she want it to. The only downside of getting coffee was that she had to walk to school. She has her camera gripped in one hand as she walks, prepared for any photo opportunities that she might have. In the other hand, the travel cup warms her palm as she comes to a stop between two boys waiting to cross the road. They're whispering quietly to each other, and one of them points at the deli across the road.
"Holy shit." Salem gasps, earning the attention of both boys. Delmar's has a giant crack leading from the bottom left corner to the top right one. The glass has been shattered, and the inside looks like it was on fire. She looks at the toy boys, glaring slightly when she recognizes one of them.
