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“That’s something I’d rather not say.”
“Okay, then what’s that for?”  He nodded at her computer.  “Surely a good student like you wouldn’t have an incomplete essay.”
“Oh, of course not.  Just writing.”
“Huh, it seems like there is still hope for this college.”
“I’m planning to just finish up my freshman year here and get out of this town.”
“That’s everyone’s plan, so it works.”
“Um, if it’s alright, uh…” the girl looked over the counter.  “Could I have my coffee?”
“Oh, sure, sorry.”  He grabbed the coffee.  “Here…”
He caught a glance at her again, this time looking at her eyes.  They were a shade of black that could only be compared with deepest night; he was lost in them, until he was abruptly interrupted.  “Is there something wrong?”
“Huh?  Oh, no, it’s nothing…”
There was an awkward silence.  “You’re doing it again!”
“What?”
“You keep staring at me!”
“I’m sorry, it’s just…”
“Yes?”
“Your eyes are black.  Really black.”
“So?”
“Never mind.  It’s nothing.”
She sighed and started typing on her computer again.  The cashier looked away and tried to distract himself.  Time dragged on for what seemed like hours to the cashier, and no new customers came in.  He looked up at the girl again when he heard her rummaging through her backpack.  “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t find something I need.”
“Like what?”
“Just a disk with all my writing on it.  I need to go back to get it.  Can you watch my stuff?”
“Sure.”
She pushed out the door without any of her jackets.  The cashier sighed and glanced at her backpack.  “Finally.”
The girl ran through the snow to the dorm building across the street.  She shoved the doors open and ran up the stairs towards her dorm.  The disk she needed was lying carelessly in a pile of blankets her roommate had “created” in her fall out of bed.  The girl threw the blankets up and caught the disk out of the pile.  “Hey Lenore.  What’s the rush?”
Her roommate was lying in her computer chair, looking at the girl.  “Not now, Kay, I left all my stuff at the coffee shop.  I need to get back.”
“That was smart.”
“I did it on purpose.”
“Oh.  Why?”
“Not now!”
She pushed out the door almost as quickly as she came in.  Tracks she left were quickly filled in by snow as the storm began again.  Wind hit her face as she made a mad dash for the coffee shop.
When she opened the door, she automatically looked over where her backpack was supposed to be.  It wasn’t there, and the door to the back room of the coffee shop was open.  “Amare!”
Hearing her name called to her from the back room surprised Amare, but this did not stop her rage.  It was obvious that the cashier had taken her bag, for whatever reason did not matter.  She calmed herself for a second to gather her thoughts.  For some reason, she had suspected this would happen eventually; her writings would be valuable if published, but she had not done so yet.  Her moment of thought was overcome by rage again and she stormed through to the back room.
Amare looked around; it appeared to be a lounge room, with a door at the other end.  Papers that had been lying on the table in the middle had been stirred up by the last visitor.  She stomped to the other end of the room and stormed through the door.  She shut the door behind her and turned around. “Huh?”
The room was the same as the last one, down to the papers littering the floor.  She opened the door behind her again.  “What the—” Instead of the room she had just come out of, the main room of the coffee shop was there.  Amare stared, dumbfounded, for a few seconds and then dismissed herself as crazy.  She turned around and once again headed for the door at the end of the room.
She opened to the same scene.  She charged through the door again, and again, and again.  Amare’s head was spinning with confusion and anger that overwhelmed her.  She slowed down and put her hand on the doorknob in front of her.  She turned it slowly and cracked it open, peering inside.
She saw the cashier opening the other door, backpack in hand.  He passed through the doorway into a dark room.  Amare ran to the door and caught it before it shut.  She slowly opened the door again with her eyes shut tightly, not quite sure if she was ready to confront who was on the other side.
The scene before her could not be perceived as behind a coffee shop in Massachusetts.  A hallucination was all it could be in Amare’s eyes, and hallucination could never be so real.  A field lay before her, shimmering like a dream in an light that seem to come from the grass itself.  She stood atop a hill that looked out upon the rolling plains that continued forever to a distant horizon.
She was stunned, her inner self demanding an explanation and her anger telling her to proceed.  Something else told her that she was not ready, and fear was the voice that spoke the loudest.  She turned around, only to see a doorway in the middle of the field, open to coffee shop’s lounge.
She walked through the doorway, shocked with her discovery.  She closed the door behind her, trying to forget and displaying a placid surface.  As human nature would have it, she was silent as she bundled her coats on and walked out of the coffee shop and into the snow.

Description
“That’s something I’d rather not say.”
“Okay, then what’s that for?”  He nodded at her computer.  “Surely a good student like you wouldn’t have an incomplete essay.”
“Oh, of course not.  Just writing.”
“Huh, it seems like there is still hope for this college.”
“I’m planning to just finish up my freshman year here and get out of this town.”
“That’s everyone’s plan, so it works.”
“Um, if it’s alright, uh…” the girl looked over the counter.  “Could I have my coffee?”
“Oh, sure, sorry.”  He grabbed the coffee.  “Here…”
He caught a glance at her again, this time looking at her eyes.  They were a shade of black that could only be compared with deepest night; he was lost in them, until he was abruptly interrupted.  “Is there something wrong?”
“Huh?  Oh, no, it’s nothing…”
There was an awkward silence.  “You’re doing it again!”
“What?”
“You keep staring at me!”
“I’m sorry, it’s just…”
“Yes?”
“Your eyes are black.  Really black.”
“So?”
“Never mind.  It’s nothing.”
She sighed and started typing on her computer again.  The cashier looked away and tried to distract himself.  Time dragged on for what seemed like hours to the cashier, and no new customers came in.  He looked up at the girl again when he heard her rummaging through her backpack.  “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t find something I need.”
“Like what?”
“Just a disk with all my writing on it.  I need to go back to get it.  Can you watch my stuff?”
“Sure.”
She pushed out the door without any of her jackets.  The cashier sighed and glanced at her backpack.  “Finally.”
The girl ran through the snow to the dorm building across the street.  She shoved the doors open and ran up the stairs towards her dorm.  The disk she needed was lying carelessly in a pile of blankets her roommate had “created” in her fall out of bed.  The girl threw the blankets up and caught the disk out of the pile.  “Hey Lenore.  What’s the rush?”
Her roommate was lying in her computer chair, looking at the girl.  “Not now, Kay, I left all my stuff at the coffee shop.  I need to get back.”
“That was smart.”
“I did it on purpose.”
“Oh.  Why?”
“Not now!”
She pushed out the door almost as quickly as she came in.  Tracks she left were quickly filled in by snow as the storm began again.  Wind hit her face as she made a mad dash for the coffee shop.
When she opened the door, she automatically looked over where her backpack was supposed to be.  It wasn’t there, and the door to the back room of the coffee shop was open.  “Amare!”
Hearing her name called to her from the back room surprised Amare, but this did not stop her rage.  It was obvious that the cashier had taken her bag, for whatever reason did not matter.  She calmed herself for a second to gather her thoughts.  For some reason, she had suspected this would happen eventually; her writings would be valuable if published, but she had not done so yet.  Her moment of thought was overcome by rage again and she stormed through to the back room.
Amare looked around; it appeared to be a lounge room, with a door at the other end.  Papers that had been lying on the table in the middle had been stirred up by the last visitor.  She stomped to the other end of the room and stormed through the door.  She shut the door behind her and turned around. “Huh?”
The room was the same as the last one, down to the papers littering the floor.  She opened the door behind her again.  “What the—” Instead of the room she had just come out of, the main room of the coffee shop was there.  Amare stared, dumbfounded, for a few seconds and then dismissed herself as crazy.  She turned around and once again headed for the door at the end of the room.
She opened to the same scene.  She charged through the door again, and again, and again.  Amare’s head was spinning with confusion and anger that overwhelmed her.  She slowed down and put her hand on the doorknob in front of her.  She turned it slowly and cracked it open, peering inside.
She saw the cashier opening the other door, backpack in hand.  He passed through the doorway into a dark room.  Amare ran to the door and caught it before it shut.  She slowly opened the door again with her eyes shut tightly, not quite sure if she was ready to confront who was on the other side.
The scene before her could not be perceived as behind a coffee shop in Massachusetts.  A hallucination was all it could be in Amare’s eyes, and hallucination could never be so real.  A field lay before her, shimmering like a dream in an light that seem to come from the grass itself.  She stood atop a hill that looked out upon the rolling plains that continued forever to a distant horizon.
She was stunned, her inner self demanding an explanation and her anger telling her to proceed.  Something else told her that she was not ready, and fear was the voice that spoke the loudest.  She turned around, only to see a doorway in the middle of the field, open to coffee shop’s lounge.
She walked through the doorway, shocked with her discovery.  She closed the door behind her, trying to forget and displaying a placid surface.  As human nature would have it, she was silent as she bundled her coats on and walked out of the coffee shop and into the snow.