*story is told from one characters pov*
I wake up in a cold sweat. It's freezing outside. I lift myself off the hard mattress and open the door that's about to fall off it's hinges. It's dark and gloomy out today. And, the snow is blowing hard outside. As I stand in the doorway, I observe what i see outside. There's nothing much to see except a bunch of trees and abandoned objects. Man, living in an abandoned amusement park in Michigan isn't a pretty sight. There's garbage everywhere. I rub my cold arms as a strong breeze comes by. I'll freeze to death if I stand out here any longer. I go back into my little building and grab my coat. I then start my journey to this little cafe that I always go to. I know everyone that works there and I know everything on the menu since I'm a frequent customer. As I get near the edge of the forest that leads out into the main road, I see the homeless man that stays here. I've never talked to him before but I've seen him around. I walk along the main road, listening to all the cars fly by. But suddenly, I hear a car honking. I turn around and see a small blue car pull up beside me. I stop walking and the person rolls down their window.
"Hey. Are you lost?" A lady asks.
"No, I'm going to the cafe that's just up the street." I say.
"Oh. Well, you look like your homeless or lost." She comments.
"It's none of your business. Don't make assumptions that aren't true." I snap. I walk away from the woman. She zooms past me in her car and I watch her drive into the distance. I know she was probably just concerned but that statement did not come out right. People who make assumptions like that make me mad. I continue to walk to the cafe and enter it. Gladly, it's not busy yet. I go up to the front counter and I'm greeted by Garcia who's the newest worker.
"Hello. Can I please get a sweet vanilla latte?" I ask kindly.
"What size?" She asks, typing on the cash register.
"Medium." I say, pulling out some money out of my pocket.
"Okay. That will be $3.75." She says. I count my money but I realize that I don't have enough. I'm a dollar short.
"You don't have enough?" She asks.
"Sorry, apparently not. Can I please cancel my order?" I ask.
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Hello lovelies. I'm back at It with a new story. Personally, I love this story a lot and I hope you will love it too, once I add more parts to it. It's all continued from each part, like most of my stories are. Comment and vote please, your feedback means a lot to me and helps me continue writing. I hope you have a amazing day!❤️
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The Past That Haunts Me
Non-FictionShe came from a terrible past. A past of lies and hardship. But her past shaped her into who she is now. Her past comes back to haunt her. Can she fight her past so that she will be able to live a happier life?
