Wishes

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          Rachel ran down the stairs of her apartment, feeling that the elevator would only slow her down. She pushed the doors of the building with so much force they hit the wall. She hardly noticed this, considering she was too busy running like her life depended on it.

Rachel ran like crazy. Sometimes pushing people out of the way and apologizing without stopping or sparing them a glance. As she ran passed people they looked at her like she was crazy. Women would pull there children closer to them like they were afraid they would get hurt by the crazy teenage girl running around.

Rachel didn't care though. She didn't care what any of them thought about her. She just wanted to get to her destination so she could feel safe.

After about two blocks and almost tripping over a stand of apples half way through her run, she finally decided to stop and rest. Her breathing was heavy. Her chest rising up and down at a fast pace. She could see her breath in the air and suddenly realized how cold it was. She forgot her sweater back at the apartment, so she rubbed her hand on her arms trying to get warm.

After catching her breath she started to walk again. She was about to round a corner, when she saw a book store across the street. She couldn't tell all the well but it looked strangely familiar. For some reason she decided to go into the store. There was some kind of force that was attracting her to it.

Once she crossed the street she opened the door and a little bell on the door rang. Rachel didn't know why but she felt so suddenly calm. Like all the troubles she had before suddenly washed away. There was a little old woman sitting behind the counter looking to be around 50. She didn't look up from the book in her hands when Rachel came in so she just proceeded to look around.

Rachel saw a familiar book so she decides to picked it up and examined it. Then she realized it was a book that her mother read to her when she was younger. She then remembered all that had happened this morning. It all came back to her like a huge wave engulfing her. She started to have a feeling of dread in her but she smiled when she thought of the memories she had of her mother reading it to her. Her mother would always ask her what book she wanted to read and everyday her answer would be the same. It was one of the few memories she had of her.

When she looked up the old lady was looking at her like she was examining her. Her beady black eyes looking at her so intensely until Rachel broke eye contact.

Rachel looked back down at the book she had in her hands. She remembered always sleeping and taking it everywhere with her after her mother passed. She also remembered how terribly depressed she felt after she had lost it. She couldn't find it anywhere and would cry to Troy to help her find it. That was the only time that Rachel could remember where Troy showed some kind of compassion towards her. It was like he had pity for her a decided to help her look for it, but they never did. After that she couldn't recall a time where he did something nice like that for her. She would sometimes think of it to consider the fact that maybe Troy did care about her in his own special way.

Rachel was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice that the old lady had gotten up until the chair she was sitting on made a noise when she went to sit back down. She decided in that moment that she would get the book. It brought back good memories and it was in a way a birthday present for herself.

She walked towards the counter and asked the lady, "How much?"

"$8", said the lady who was still giving her a strange look.

When Rachel checked her pants she found that she didn't have enough, " I only have $5."

"Take it, that'll be alright."

"What? are you sure I can go home and get the rest."

"No truly it alright that books been there for so long. No one seems to want it."

Slightly hesitating she reluctantly agreed,"Alright", she said trying to not feel bad.

As Rachel was counting to make sure it was the right amount, the money fell from her hands. So she left her backpack on the counter where she put it and started to pick up the money. When she wasn't looking the old lady put something in it. Rachel got up and handed her the money.

Rachel said, "Thank you have a nice day."

"You too dear", was the last thing she heard the old lady say before she walked out of the store being totally unaware of what had just happened.

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Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Took me a while to get this one done had a bit of writers block but I finally got the inspiration.

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