3 Ways

As Normal as any Other Day

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Chorong closed her laptop and looked up to see Victoria running into the kitchen.

"Someone slept well," she said.

"Too well," Victoria finished before running toward their toaster. "Namjoo, I thought I asked you to put something in for me!"

"Over there," Namjoo lazily pointed to the counter where her bagels were sitting on a plate while gluing her eyes to the little screen of her phone. She was currently watching some morning talk show about the latest trends.

"Chorong, we're out of grocery. Go buy some stuff after you're done job hunting." Victoria ordered spreading butter over her bagels.

"I have an interview," Chorong expressionlessly told. "Namjoo, are you going to look for a job at all?"

"Waiting for a call, I applied for a few places," Namjoo answered crossing her legs. "Does anybody know what country the brand 59th Street is from?"

"On the other hand, what happened to your guardian angel?" Victoria asked.

"Hong Kong," Chorong turned to Namjoo.

"Do they sell their stuff here?" Namjoo wondered then turned to Victoria, "He left."

Chorong shrugged while pulling her hair out of a bun and shook it loose. "I don't know. Victoria, are you done? We might as well share a cab and fetch the cars together."

"What'd he say to you?"

"Stuff that I'm actually very confused about," Namjoo replied.

"Right," Victoria boringly commented. "I'm done, Chorong. Oh Namjoo, if you decide to leave the house, don't forget to lock the door." Then turned to Chorong, "Lets go."

"I waited long enough," Chorong said. She pointed to Namjoo while walking out, "If there's anything, call."

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"I won't be done till 7," Victoria explained, "but if anything happens or if anyone decides to suddenly pop up, call me at work."

"Oh I'm sure everything will be fine." Chorong said in the cab. "I think you're starting to get a hang of your 'thing.' You see what you did last night at the police station. I was thinking someone might get hurt."

"Oh please," Victoria snorted then quickly looked out the window and said to the driver, "you can stop here."

They walked the rest of the way to the cars they left in front of the crest hill and Victoria couldn't help, but look up the thin path that led to the top. It had looked kind of creepy last night. She didn't expect that it'd look really friendly during the daytime, which made it hard to believe that some kind of thing wielding a scythe existed at the top. She wondered what it was and how it knew they were talking about their mom, the woman who'd been found there 14 years ago.

"What are you looking at?" Chorong asked opening her car door.

"Oh...nothing," Victoria turned around and got into her car.

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A few minutes later Chorong was running from the school parking lot and through the long winding hallways. There were pictures of the previous principles and the proud teachers of the school hanging on the walls she ran pass. She was panting by the time she reached the principal's office and had to bend over to catch her breath. Chorong cleared her throat a few times, fixed her hair, and straightened out her outfit before adjusting her bag over her shoulder.

"Whew, lets do this, Chorong!" she encouraged herself before knocking on the almost orange door before she opened the door and poked her head in.

She walked into a large room and turned her head to see a sitting place in front of the large desk made from Maplewood. Binders, folders, and papers were stacked to one side while the other held little miniature cupboards.