Chapter 8

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*the next day*

Today is Saturday.  A day when most people hang out with their friends.  I don't have any here though.  Taylor is my only friend and she lives far away.

My Aunt asked me to go to the store for her.  She needs some stuff so we can make Christmas cookies.

I'm 16, so I have my license.  I get in the car and put the store in my phone GPS.  The store is only 10 minutes away.

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I walk inside the grocery store.  My aunt gave me a list, so I pull it out of my pocket.

I begin to search for the desired items.  When I finally have everything I walk over to checkout.  I step in line and wait.  Then I remember, Crap.  I forgot the butter.

I hurry towards the back.  I'm holding all the groceries because I didn't get a cart.

I go to turn at a corner of the isle, when I run into a cart.

"I'm so sorry that was totally my fault.  I'm so sorry."  I said as I picked up the stuff I dropped.

"It's okay, sorry for hitting you."  The voice sounded so familiar.  I looked up and saw I was right.  It was Ethan Dolan.

I used to watch their videos a lot, but I haven't as much lately.

"Well I um, I better go.  Sorry."  I stammered.  I got up and went to get the butter.

That was awkward.

I get the butter and then check out.

When I get back we make the cookie dough.  Then we put in the freezer for tomorrow.

"Time to decorate the Christmas tree!" My aunt said.  She bought it yesterday.

The lights and ornaments are already out beside the tree in the living room.

"I'll play some Christmas music!" I said.

Then we get started.

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