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Before I can finish, she walks away leaving me feeling down and terrible about myself for the second time tonight.

Man, I'm just on a roll.

It's times like these where I wish I could just have Mr. Terrip by my side. He's really great to confide in.

He actually makes it seem like he's listening.

The lady from before returns to me a few minutes later telling me that the shop is closing and that I need to leave.

So here I am, walkingbackdown Red Street thinking about how I'm going to break it to my father that I don't have his moonshine or his money.

My eyes drift back to the bench where I met that man who didn't want to have a milkshake with me.

It's truly a shame on him, I would be a great milkshake-drinking buddy, at least in my opinion.

I still kind of want to meet him here again though. Of course I do. I'm all about second chances.

First impressions tend to make or break any type of relationships. That's my issue, I need to work on my first impressions on people.

I probably won't ever see him again.

Technically, I didn'tseehim.

I saw the outline of his body and the sound of his voice. Hisgreatvoice.

I need to stop. He literally said three words that were slight insults.

Get ready for a lot of talking tomorrow, Mr. Terrip.

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First chapter: Done.

Thank you for choosing to give my book a chance!

Just for future reference, you'll learn more along the way :)

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Word count: 3111

-Ashlyn Montgomery

Chapter 2: CIA Spy

?Azalea?

I pull into my driveway and dread fills my thoughts. The lights in the house are still on.

I turn my car off and hop out.

Maybe, just maybe, they won't be mad. Maybe they just forgot to turn the lights off before going to bed.

I find myself wishing to be talking to the mysterious guy from earlier and not walking into my house.

I carefully and slowly open up the front door and walk in as quietly as I can. From my side, I hear the sound of a clearing throat.

Both my mother and my father stand in the kitchen, beer cans in their hands and empty ones strewn over the counters.