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✎ Hello again my dear readers :) with the release of the second chapter of the rewrite, I would just like to thank you all for your overwhelming support. It's been approximately 2 years since the release of this book and I never would have anticipated that it'd reach such an immense amount of love. So thank you, all of you :)
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Turning the doorknob and letting the door creak open, I am greeted with the comfort of my home. Before entering, I take off my shoes. I took notice of something small and red in my peripheral vision, leaving myself in a balance as I squinted to see what it was.
It was...a dead ladybug.
"Awww... tragic."
I slipped off my other shoe and entered my apartment. Muscle memory prompted myself to toss my keys on the key rack beside the door.
Only, the key did not catch anything, but tumbled straight to the floor with a small thud.
"Huh." I shifted my gaze back and forth from the keys on the floor to the apparently missing key rack.
"Wait- where the fuc-" I glanced over my apartment in an attempt to find where it was. It somehow found itself fixated next to my fridge.
"I didn't move that there...did i?" I questioned, an uneasy feeling filled my senses. I shrugged it off, I should be focusing on that assignment I've been procrastinating on that's due midnight.
I trudged over to my desk, plopping myself into my swivel chair, spinning it once before preparing myself for the consequences of my procrastination.
"Now let's see..." I turn my gaze toward my analog clock. It read '10:26'. "Ahhh, now let's see how I'll manage to conjure a 2000 word essay out of my ass in the span of an hour and a half- heh." With my poor attempt at self motivation, I crack my knuckles and type away.
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It was now around 11:30 PM. With the aid of merely rewording other similar essays I found online, I found myself about 90% finished with the essay. I wiped the non-existent sweat from my forehead and reached for my water.
*thud*
My heart skipped a beat as my head swiftly turned to the bookshelf behind me. The silence that wrapped this room was now more deafening as a wave of eeriness enveloped the room.
A book that was once neatly and snuggly tucked between two other books had somehow found its way to the floor.
"Can you...not? Maybe?" I wearily warned no one in particular, as my eyes quickly shifted left to right in an attempt to maybe find what may have caused the book to fall. I bend down and return the book into its rightful place.
After giving a stink side-eye to the shelf (like that did anything) I make my way back to my desk.
"How odd..."
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"Ahhhh, alas, released from the shackles of homework," I sigh as I joyfully clicked the 'submit button'. "Anddd right on time."
I return back to the class's home page and take note that a new assignment had been assigned.
My eyes squinted to read the details, "write a 2000 word essay on- ARE YOU KIDDING ME-"
[time skip brought to you by you amazing author eating Paimon as emergency food]
Today was a Friday. Meaning, no classes. Also meaning, work. I prefer working the morning shift as to leave ample free time after work for myself. Kinda stimulates a typical school day, only I'm serving drinks to boba addicts.
Fortunately, the café was a mere bus stop away. And said bus stop was walking distance.
Slipping out of my apartment door, I turn back momentarily. "Bye honey!" I wave...to no one in particular. Because at this point, I think I may be haunted. Kinda ironic seeing how I refuse to believe in such things.
And with that, my stroll to work begins.
Upon arrival, I stand underneath the bus stop sign, waiting for my transport amongst other familiar faces. The same six students would wait along with me. Poor college students who found themselves having to go to school on Fridays. I do not know them personally, I'm just observant enough to know who I'm usually surrounded by.
"Poor things...couldn't be me."
I found myself at ease. All was as it ought to be.
That wasn't until a foreign individual entered the scene. The harmony of the usual had been interrupted. In turn, this fellow left me intrigued, yet riddled with slight anxiety.
"Is he perhaps a new student? No, can't be, we're in the middle of the fall semester."
I took in their appearance. Judging by their physique, they appeared to be a male. He looked roughly around 5'6. Chestnut locks cascaded down to around his mid-neck in a messy yet presentable way. Oddly, he wore a black surgical mask obscuring his facial features and hindering my curiosity to be satisfied.
Realizing my eyes had been locked onto him for quite some time brought a sense of awkwardness within me. I allowed my gaze to hesitantly shift elsewhere. I had to dismiss my need to be in the know of everything in exchange for not losing my dignity.
I turned back to looking down at the road. Through my peripheral vision, I could see he had sat down at the bench.
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The awaited 5 minutes passed and I was jolted back into my senses by the screeches of the bus's wheels.
In a single-file line, we all board the bus promptly revealing our passes to the driver. Barely walking down the aisle, I take the very first seat seeing that the most sketchy people are seated in the back.
I notice the new guy peering around.
"It appears there are no available seats left..."
He seemed to nervously gaze around the bus, fidgeting with his fingers.
"Hey," I called out, "you can sit next to me." I pat the remaining space of my seat with a soft smile.
"I'm not feeling like an asshole today"
He simply nodded. His expressions were obscured by the mask, but I could decipher he smiled through the slight squint of his eyes and face slightly scrunching up.
"Is he sick? Or simply insecure of his face...I should start wearing a mask then."
I felt a shift in the weight of the cushioned seat as he sat down. I took notice of the fact he was rather built. Not too scrawny but not excessively buff either.
My observant habits allude to my yearn of achieving a degree in Criminology. Once, in my criminal law class, two random individuals stormed into the class fighting. These two individuals zipped past from the entrance to the exit in a matter of seconds. Turns out it was a mere test to analyze our ability to be observant. We were required to describe the two culprits. It was extremely difficult to remember at the moment so I developed the habit of analyzing people's appearances more often.
The bus came to a stop, right in front of my workplace. I worked as a barista at my local café.
I waited for the odd dude to get off first. I followed him out the exit expecting us to part ways, but we went in the same direction. Sparing myself the awkwardness, I speed-walked in front of him.
And with that, the time to exercise my coffee making magic has begun.
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I found myself in a minor predicament that may have led to me committing 2nd degree murder.
"I'll have a mocha caramel latte-chino made with skim milk, no whipped cream. Please put that in a grande cup but use the same amount of coffee that you'd put into a tall that way there's about an inch of extra room on top to stir in my own nutmeg without spilling any coffee at all." A customer ranted on.
I could feel my customer service smile twitch as I held onto my last strand of sanity, "heheh, that'll be $8.69 ma'am."
Her hand dove into a large-ass Gucci handbag and shuffled through five wallets.
"Who the fuck needs that many wallets-"
She sifted through 8 eight singular dollar bills, laid them down on the counter and had the audacity to say, "oh wait, I think I have 69 cents."
"I swear, I am going to slam my head into the damn coffee machine."
I stood there. I remained patiently waiting, biting my time.
A good 3 minutes passed. 3. Whole. Minutes. She goes, "nevermind, I'll just give you another dollar."
"OH MY FUCKIN– mmmm it's fine, it's fine." I suppressed my overwhelming temper.
I handed her a receipt and her change with my impeccable cash handling skills. And with that, I started brewing up her unbelievably complicated-ass order.
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That was just ass honestly. However, she left a generous $10 as a tip. Though, that order in itself deemed that amount a necessity.
I found my head perched in my hand as I monotonously awaited the next customer. It appeared that this particular shift would fall nothing short of typical.
Or so, that's what I thought. I do not believe being held at gunpoint was very typical.
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