Chapter Two

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The following day, she got up early and sold all the junk from the antique store. She got a good amount of cash, good enough for the week. After she got her cash, she went to a local dinner for breakfast. It was quite empty, with just two booths being used. She ordered a hot cup of coffee and waffles, which she ate up quickly. With her stomach filled, she looks up articles about her hiest. The owner of the store, the old man that got shot died.
"Oh well. He was old anyways. He was going to die soon."
She slipped her phone in her pocket and finishes her coffee before leaving a tip and leaving.

She normally doesn't do much the whole day, just walks around her cold snow-filled town. She stumbled across the little antique store she robbed where police tape surrounded the place and a few cop cars parked outside. She quickly walked away, police made her anxious, very anxious.

Other than that, her day was pretty calm. Or how some people would say, boring. She just does nothing all day and eats and drinks when she's needs to. As night falls, the town lights fill up the darkness where friends and families gathered for Saturday night fun. She just wanted to get back to her apartment but it was difficult to get through the crowds of people. But she catches someone's eye. As she gets through the people, a man follows her, trying to get out of the crowd as well. She makes it out finally and let's out a annoyed sigh, she hated people.

"Amanda?..."
So when someone says her name randomly, she gets paranoid. She whipped her head around and grabbed the man and pinned him against the wall. She stared into his shocked and frightened eyes to see that he was a familiar face.
"U-uhhh... A-amanda? A-are you good?"

She definitely knew him. The voice, the eyes, his face. She slowly let's go of the man.
"I-it's Grant... from high school..."
He was still a bit stiff from the shock.

"I know who you are..."

"U-uh... yeah... are you Okay? What was with the pining me to the wall all about?"

"..." She just silently shrugs and starts to walk away, not wanting to talk to him.

"Hey wait!" He tries to get close to her but she dissapears into a crowd of people. He stop and sighs.
"What's her problem..."

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