My favorite cashier

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At 6:00 PM I went up to my room on the fourth floor and flopped down on my bed, exhausted. "Ella!" My step dad yelled. "Come down here and make the dinner!" I ran down the stairs and open up the fridge. Nothing. Darn it, I forgot to go shopping! I yelled to my stepdad that I was going to the store to get somethings for dinner. I didn't mention that I forgot to go grocery shopping. I grabbed my coat, which I made myself, and went out the front door. I walked down my street until I came to a line of stores. First, the candy shop, then The department store, next the flower garden shop, then a performing arts studio, which me and my stepsisters go to, then last but not least, the grocery store. I grab a cart and In it I put, a chicken, some green beans for stepdad, some fruit for dinner, my lunch, my stepsisters lunches, and some for dinner. I also got some ice cream for dessert. Then, I secretly put in a book for me to read. I went up to the check out to see my favorite cashier. "Hi Ella! I see you snuck a book for yourself. I will' "accidentally" lose the receipt so your step father doesn't see it." Then she winked at me. "Thanks!" I said. Then I left the store and walked back home.

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