I. down south
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*These are the Diary entry's of Tricia Wane*
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You can say I'm that girl who believes in superstition :)
TRICIA'S POV:
Prologue...
I was stable.
I had a decent job.
I had a Grandma who loved me.
New York City was possibly the best thing that happened to me.
I had everything I've ever wanted.
Why wasn't that enough?
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It was December 19th...
It was my first day on the job in the new city.
I drove down south for about 12 miles just to get there every day.
The drive there was always so peaceful-
I never had to worry about anything.
I parked in my usual spot and got out of the car.
The view never gets old, I thought to myself...
I was just about to head for the diner door when I felt like I was being watched.
I turned around...
To capture a man, almost 6 feet tall standing and staring at me.
He had dark brown hair and looked to be Hispanic.
He kept staring at me and I kinda felt uncomfortable.
I got up the courage to ask him what he needs.
He said he needed to make an urgent call, he kind of looked in a state of shock, but I continued interrogating him.
"Where did you come from? Why are you here?"
"...this lot is almost secluded?"
"I walked here, I think about 5 miles from down there," he said as he pointed south of my direction.
"Okay, here you can use my phone," I said as I brought out my phone from my purse.
"Thanks," he said graciously as he walked next to a pit to make the call.
I didn't want to be rude, but I was kind of curious as to what he was calling about, I mean a girl can pry.
"I know MAMÀ! Lo siento."
(" I know MAMÀ! I'm sorry.")
I smiled silently, I kinda figured he was Hispanic.
"Pero, sabes que tenía que irme, no podía soportar más esas mierda."
("But, you know I had to go, I couldn't take that crap anymore. ")
I shook my head in disbelief, I so wished I took the time to finish my high school Spanish class. I really couldn't understand a word he was saying.
The call ended a few minutes later. From what I could tell, the call was tense all through.
"Thanks again," he said as he walked up to me.
I think this was the first time I was hearing his Hispanic accent (besides listening to his phone call), he really sounded so American at first.
"Oh, you're welcome I didn't mind at all" I smiled back at him.
"TRIC! ORDER FOR TABLE 7!" my boss yelled.
I rolled my eyes, "COMIN'!"
"Well, it was nice meeting you-?"
"OH, my bad, my name is Calvin."
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Calvin."
"Same here."
We parted our ways, but within seconds I realize he forgot something.
I turned back to yell for him, but he was gone in a flash.
Hey peeps, thxxx so much for reading this far, I also wanna thank my brother for always believing in me :)
*Disclaimer: I am not Hispanic, sorry if my Spanish grammar is wrong.*
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