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                                                                                         Maria
When I woke up I knew that I had to leave. Most of the time when I have to stay at someone's house, they want to continue what happened the night before. That was always the worst part. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I looked over at Damon to see if he was still sleeping. Thankfully he was, so I very carefully got out of the bed.

I was almost out the door when I heard him ask about breakfast. That was always their cover, they would say that but want something completely different. So I just kept walking hoping he got the hint. I did not want to stay any longer.

But of course he ran in front of the elevator, so I couldn't leave. Does he ever give up? I just want to go home. I looked up at him I wasn't fazed by this. He asked if I heard him and I said.

"I heard you, I just decided to keep walking. You see that was never part of the task. So if you would excuse me I would like to leave now. I have other appointments to make." I said very rudely.

He stepped out of my way finally so I could actually leave. What was his problem? He's done this before why couldn't he be professional? That was supper annoying. I don't know if I want to go out tonight and get anything.

I guess I'll decide later, but for now I need to go out and get food I'm starving. Doing my groceries is going to take a while. After all I live in New York, I mean it's huge here. I'm really craving a dessert and honestly we have the best shops here for that. So I started to walk to a main road, so I could call a taxi. I needed to go home first so I could change and get this makeup off of my face.

The first taxi I saw I called over. He looked like a perv I honestly didn't want to get in but I had to go home. So I did anyways. I was right he looked me up and down and smirked. Can I not go home in peace? He tried to talk to me but I just put my headphones in after I told him where to go.

I didn't want him to know where I lived so I told him the address a block away from my house. We arrived there pretty quickly. I handed him the money and hopped out of the car before he could say anything. I started running to my house. I just really did not have a good feeling about him.

I got to my house fairly quick. I got into the elevator to get to my apartment, which is also covered by the game. I went straight to my bathroom.

I hopped in the shower and scrubbed all the makeup off my face. I hated wearing so much makeup, and it looked even worse considering I slept in it. Once I got out of the shower I opened my closet. It was fairly hot outside today.

I only spent about ten minutes looking for something when I found my red dress. I haven't worn that in a while, mostly because I haven't been free in a long time. I had no idea what to do with my hair. I decided on a braid look I found online a while back.

I went over to my jewelry box. I got my feather necklace and my arrow bracelet, those are one of the only things I bought with my own money, before I was in this game. They are so pretty one of my favourite pieces of jewelry. I went over to my mirror and put on some light makeup. I only put on mascara, eyeliner and some red lipstick.

I do like wearing makeup but not when I have to cake my face for a club. I didn't know what I wanted to do today. I didn't want to go back to the club I just wanted to have a free day.

I looked at the clock, it was only three o'clock I had lots of time to do something. I loved the dessert shops here,  I was going to go to the closest one and get a macaroon.

I left my apartment the moment I was done getting ready. I just threw on the first pair of flip flops I saw. I was going to call for a taxi but it was such a nice day I decided on walking. I never really realised how nice New York looked. It was such an amazing place. I'm glad I moved here. But I'm not proud of what I've done.

I was too focused on my thoughts I almost passed my favourite macron place. I wonder if they have any special ones today. I like to try most of them especially on special occasions. The only thing is that there are no holidays coming up. As I walked in I could already smell the fresh macrons that were being baked.  I was about to walk to the line when I saw a poster for a birthday cake macron. So I have to try it, I took a look at the macrons and saw the birthday cake one. It's a light pink with sprinkles on the top. They looked so good I had to get them. It was my turn in line and for some reason I was really happy about getting it.

"Hi what can I get for you today?" The cashier said with attitude.

"Hey can I get three of the birthday cake macrons please." I was trying to sound nice.

He decided to actually look up at me, and when he did his whole attitude changed. He smirked and looked me up and down. I don't want to sound like a bitch but this happens all the time. He was probably some creep and I was not in the mood. He was still staring at my body so I cleared my throat. 

"Excuse me, can I get my macrons please?" I was still trying to be a nice person. But my voice had a bit of an attitude to it. 

He didn't even say anything just shook his head and went to get my treats. When he came back I went to pull out my money but he shook his head again. He said to me.

"It's on me today, don'y worry about it."

I just smiled and said thank you. I was kind of confused why he would even want to pay for my stuff. I went to walk away from the counter but he grabbed my arm. I very quickly grabbed it back, and said.

"You have a line of costumers waiting and I have to go so excuse me." I did ending up saying it rudely.

All he did was just look in shock but he let me walk away. I didn't think that he was going to try and stop me in the middle of his shift. People can be so weird.



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