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The Problem

     It was going to be another day of running home right after work, only with the improvement of having the next day off from work all together.  The sun filled sky betray the events of the day however as (Name) had to live what she had been trying to escape.  It was her first time meeting one of the men who would from that point on follow her every step.

     Finishing her regular nine hour drive, (Name) went to park her bus.  Her watch read one p.m. as she stepped down the small set of stairs that lead off the bus. She was eager to get home and make herself lunch when she heard someone call out to her.  The (hair type) lifted her head to see who it was.

     A tall, man, in a sharp looking black suit, and sunglasses moved towards her with long, confident, strides.  He was someone she had never met before, and his fiery red hair looked too foreign to ever forget.  As he approached her (Name) finished locking up her bus, before waiting for him by its door. 

     When he finally got there (Name) felt the intimidation rolling off him in waves.  He stood at least five inches taller than she was.  His stone face not easing the intensity he carried with him as he stood closely in front of her.

     He wasted no time in letting her know exactly why it was that he was there to talk with her.  Without introducing himself he told her of his status with the loan agency she had taken money out from.  He was a debt collector. He explained to her how the company had been unable to contact her, and wanted to clarify any miss understandings as they have to watch out for people tying to skip out on payments.

At that point (Name) began to sweat. She couldn't admit to trying to do exactly what they thought she was. He would crush her, so she did what any sensible adult would. Lied. She lied through her pretty (lip color) lips, and smiled towards him while batting her lashes. She told him she would never dream of avoiding her payments, as well as that she simply couldn't believe their were people who would. He seemed to accept her answer although his face didn't reveal if he believed her nor did his eyes concealed behind darkened sunglasses.

After (Name)'s comments he continued to tell her more news. He told her that due to a complication that there would be a change in the payments she needed to make to pay back the agency. They needed her to start paying ten-thousand dollars a month as opposed to the previous two-thousand dollars they originally told her.  With nothing left for him to say or for them to do he wished her a good day and left, with a reminder that he'd be back to collect her first bout of money at the end of the month.  She had two weeks before that day.

     Seeing the man's back disappear (Name) felt herself want to crumple into a ball.  She had only two weeks to scrounge up an extra eight-thousand dollars from the initial two-thousand dollars she wouldn't have been able to pay in the first place.  Her anxiety reached a new level of extreme in those moments.

     She blasted her way home, and threw open all the drawers filled with her important stuff.  She grabbed her legal papers and documents placing them all into a single Manila folder.  She then grabbed two pairs of clothes and neatly folded them before setting them besides the folder.  Next she scrambled to get the lock box out from under her bed.  She popped it open and took the contents out, also laying it on the bed beside the folder and clothes.  She looked down at it all while breathing heavily.  She could feel her chest heave itself up and down with every passing second.

     She collected all the components laying on her bed into one old backpack she had used for her high school career.  Paired with the clothes, money, and official papers were a few other miscellaneous items thrown in: a portable first aid kit, (feminine hygiene item[s]), a lighter, a comb, two pens, a notepad, her phone, her keys, a hat, and sunglasses.

     Locking the door to her home, (Name) stood outside.  She felt the wind blow through her (hair length), (hair color) hair as she looked towards the road.  The sun was half way in the sky resting in the gap between the apartment complexes. With her shadow cast behind her (Name) moved forwards towards the sun.