"Ma'am, how soon would you like it to get there?" the woman behind the counter asked for the third time.
"Uh," I paused. "It doesn't really matter." As I stood on the opposite side of the counter, I prayed she wouldn't pay much attention to me. I was sweating too much as a thousand emotions coursed through my body. I shouldn't be doing this.
"Okay ma'am." She slapped down the printed label with no return address. "Is that all?"
"Yes, how much is it?" I questioned as I dug out my wallet.
After she replied, my shaky hands pulled out a now sweaty five-dollar bill. I tossed it on the counter while I stared at my feet. I just wanted to get the hell out of here.
She handed me my change with an unsure look. "Would you like your receipt?" she asked slowly.
It would probably make a good souvenir one day; remind me of the huge mistake I'm about to make. "Sure."
The woman printed it out as she tossed my package into a bin to be sorted out later. She handed the receipt over. "Have a great day!" she said awfully enthusiastic. It was making me sick.
My throat was too dry to form any words so I just nodded before turning around and making my way out the door I had entered just minutes ago.
I slowly made my way out to my truck while staring at the small piece of paper in my shaky hands. I took a deep breath as I tried to get my nerves under control. There was officially nothing else I could do. It was out of my control once again.
But this time, it was forever.
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Liar Liar
Teen FictionAfter almost two years, Clio knew she messed up. She lost a good friend of hers because she lied. So she got an idea. She started writing a book about their story and when it was finished; she would mail it to him. Then she would leave it as that. S...
