As soon as Cara walked out of the nasty apartment, she ran to the nearest public place. There was a car shop. But she didn't know if that guy worked there. She looked to the left of it and found a dollar store. She ran across the street and ran through the double doors. The lady at the counter exclaimed, " Luara?! We thought you were dead. Where were you the past three years?" Cara tried to act nice and funny, pretending what just happened never happened. Cara said, " Oh, I was just living my life. I was somewhere in Cali." The lady shot her head up and looked confused. She said, " We are in Cali, sweetie." Cara looked dumb while saying, " Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot to tell you. There's a city in Minnesota that is actually called Cali." The lady did a silent "O" face, and got back to work. Cara wanted to hide somewhere because she knew that man would follow her. She spoke to the woman at the counter, " If a man asks where I am, please don't tell him." The lady nodded. Cara wanted to hide in a place where he would never find her. Cara asked for the Employees Only door keys. The woman just gave them to her like she didn't even care and said, " In the back." Cara nodded, even though she had no clue as to what this woman was saying. She opened the door and locked herself in. If that man found her, he'd probably take her home, rape her, then kill her. She looked in the lunchroom and saw a knife. She took in and stuffed it in her pocket. She couldn't just kill him for no reason. It had to be self-defense.
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The Day I Died
Teen FictionCara was choosing a car. It was a sunny, regular day. What could go wrong? She chose the most dangerous car out of the three. A red convertible. She got in a car crash, too. Want to find out more? Read it!
