Chapter 3

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 We both finished unpacking an hour and a half later. Honey saw how I had organized my closet and asked me if I could help her with her wardrobe.

"Thanks for helping me, Jasmine," she said, getting up off the floor.

"No problem," I said.

"If you didn't help me organize my wardrobe, all of my clothes would've just been thrown in there,"  she told me while laughing, "why are you so good at organizing closets?" 

"My family owns a closet organization business, and sometimes when I was younger, my parents would take me with them when they would go to organize someone's closet, so that's how I learned how to organize a closet," I told her.

"Wow, how long have your parents owned the business," she asked as we walked out of our dorm room and to the elevators.

"They have owned Gold closet organizers for 20 years now," I told her, pressing the down button for the elevator.

"Is the business doing good?"

"Yeah, it's doing pretty well," I tell her, but to be completely honest, I don't know if it's doing well or not. Ever since the incident happened, at least one of my parents has been at home with me. So I don't know if they didn't take some jobs because of me or if they hired more people to help. Is it wrong that I don't even know about my own parents' business? If the company isn't doing good, is it my fault because they had to stay home with me. No Jasmine, don't go there, remember happy thoughts. 

At that moment, I saw a figure walking in front of me, surrounded by these bright colors. I couldn't see the figure's face, but I could tell that it was a man. He was standing there looking at me. Then he turned around and walked right into the bright lights. Just like that, he disappeared, and I was confused.  

What in the wicked world was that?

"Jasmine, are you okay you've been staring out into space for the past 3 minutes," she asked me, looking worried.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking of something," I told her, and I don't know if she saw that I might not want to talk about it or what, but she didn't ask about what just happened. 

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