Chapter three

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 Glock 17 pistol, thats the gun I got. Its pretty nice. I also got an Fallout New Vegas Hunting Shotgun. I swear sometimes I  spend more money on guns than I do anything else. I have a whole collection. A girl without guns is like a girl without happiness. Lets just say I’m pretty damn happy.

After we got our guns Ashley, Jenna, and Sofi all left with Jay. Jay acts like I don’t know how to pick out guns. The entire time we were picking guns out Jay kept saying “That gun has a nice barrel,” or “If you got a 19.8 scope than that gun will be mint.” The entire time I just kept on wanting to say shut up! I have been hunting since I can remember, I think I know my way around guns. 

Yep, so thats what happened at the store. Right now I’m walking out to the garage to get in my car. Huh, thats weird, the Subaru from earlier is parked right next to me. What ever, I get in my car. The radio is loud, like on 20. I must have clicked it before I got out earlier. I start up the car. I start backing up, by the time I am at the door to the garage, the Subaru is behind me. This is getting really weird. Its like the person driving it is stalking me. 

As I pull out of the garage I turn right when typically I would turn left. The car follows. I turn right again. The car followed. I go to turn at the light and the car completely cuts me off. He ends up running me off the road. The guy rushes out of his car to see if I’m okay. I’m fine. 

“Come back to my car so that way you can take down my insurance numbers.”

“Its okay, I’ll just say that I hit a pot hole.” I want to get far away from him.

“No, no. That will not do, lying is bad and you are very young and don’t need something like that on your drivers license.” He was right. My dad would kill me.

“Okay, let me just grab something.” I reach for my purse. If this guy tries anything I’m gonna stab him. I keep a knife and my new Glock in my purse. I slip my phone and license in there as well.”Okay, where is your car?”

“Right over there, just follow me.” Follow a stranger. A guy I just met, a guy I think has been stalking me. Why not I feel like getting killed today anyways.

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